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by David Mallett |
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Inch by inch, row by row |
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Gonna make this garden grow |
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Gonna mulch it deep and low |
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Gonna make it fertile ground |
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Inch by inch, row by row |
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Please bless these seeds I sow |
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Please keep them safe below |
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'Till the rain comes tumbling down |
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Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones |
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We are made of dreams and bones |
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Need a place to call my own |
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'Cause the time is close at hand |
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Grain for grain, sun and rain |
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Find my way in nature's chain |
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Till my body and my brain |
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Tell the music of the land |
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CHORUS |
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Plant your rows straight and long |
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Season with a prayer and song |
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Mother Earth will make you strong |
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If you give her loving care |
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[The Anti-Garden Verses - by someone whose name Arlo forgot]: |
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Slug by slug, weed by weed |
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Boy this garden's got me t'd |
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All the insects come to feed |
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On my tomato plants |
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Sunburt face, skined up knees |
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The kitchen's chocked with zuchinis |
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I'm shopping at the A&P's |
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Next time I get the chance |
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[End of Anti-Garden Verses] |
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Old crow watching from a tree |
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He's got his hungry eye on me |
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In my garden I'm as free |
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As that feathered thief up there |
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