Inch Past Times Inch, Row Past Times Row, Gonna Brand This Garden Grow, Gonna Mulch It Deep Too Low

 Pete Seeger May 3, 1919 – Jan 27, 2014 singing the Garden Song. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u90qRE2F7CM
Words in addition to music past times Dave Mellett

Lyrics to Garden Song
[Chorus:]
Inch past times inch, row past times row,
Gonna brand this garden grow.
Gonna mulch it deep in addition to low,
Gonna arrive fertile ground.
Inch past times inch, row past times row,
Please bless these seeds I sow.
Please proceed them rubber below
'Til the pelting comes tumbling down.

Pullin' weeds in addition to pickin' stones,
We are made of dreams in addition to bones
Need location to telephone telephone my own
Cause the fourth dimension is unopen at hand.
Grain for grain, Sun in addition to rain
I'll notice my agency inward nature's chain
Tune my trunk in addition to my brain
To the music of the land.

[Chorus]

Plant your rows demand in addition to long,
Season them amongst a prayer in addition to song
Mother public volition proceed you lot strong
If you lot give her beloved in addition to care.
Old crow watching from a tree
Has his hungry eyes on me
In my garden I'm equally free
As that feathered thief upwards there.

[Chorus]

[Chorus:]
Inch past times inch, row past times row,
Gonna brand this garden grow.
Gonna mulch it deep in addition to low,
Gonna arrive fertile ground.
Inch past times inch, row past times row,
Please bless these seeds I sow.
Please proceed them rubber below
'Til the pelting comes tumbling down.

Pullin' weeds in addition to pickin' stones,
We are made of dreams in addition to bones
Need location to telephone telephone my own
Cause the fourth dimension is unopen at hand.
Grain for grain, Sun in addition to rain
I'll notice my agency inward nature's chain
Tune my trunk in addition to my brain
To the music of the land.

[Chorus]

Plant your rows demand in addition to long,
Season them amongst a prayer in addition to song
Mother public volition proceed you lot strong
If you lot give her beloved in addition to care.
Old crow watching from a tree
Has his hungry eyes on me
In my garden I'm equally free
As that feathered thief upwards there.

[Chorus]

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