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Chorus:
Inch by inch, row by row, I will make my garden grow.
All you need is a rake and a hoe, and a piece of fertile ground.
Inch by inch, row by row, may God bless these seeds I sow.
Come and warm them from below ’til the rains come falling down.
Verse:
Pulling weeds, picking stones, we are made of dreams and bones.
Need a place to call our own for the time is near at hand.
Grain for grain, sun and rain, find my way thru nature's chain.
Tune my body and my brain to the music of the land.
Chorus
Verse:
Plant your rows straight and long, temper them with prayer and song.
Mother Earth will make you strong if you give back love and care.
Bending down, sometimes low, humbled by the cold and snow.
We will reap from what we sow, though life can seem unfair.
Chorus
Annie Johnston is a Leavenworth resident and wife of the late J.H. Johnston III, former Times publisher.
Chorus:
Inch by inch, row by row, I will make my garden grow.
All you need is a rake and a hoe, and a piece of fertile ground.
Inch by inch, row by row, may God bless these seeds I sow.
Come and warm them from below ’til the rains come falling down.
Verse:
Pulling weeds, picking stones, we are made of dreams and bones.
Need a place to call our own for the time is near at hand.
Grain for grain, sun and rain, find my way thru nature's chain.
Tune my body and my brain to the music of the land.
Chorus
Verse:
Plant your rows straight and long, temper them with prayer and song.
Mother Earth will make you strong if you give back love and care.
Bending down, sometimes low, humbled by the cold and snow.
We will reap from what we sow, though life can seem unfair.
Chorus
Annie Johnston is a Leavenworth resident and wife of the late J.H. Johnston III, former Times publisher.
