| Song | Garden Song |
| Artist | Peter, Paul & Mary |
| Album | Around the Campfire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus: | |
| Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow | |
| All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground | |
| Inch by inch, row by row someone bless these seeds i sow | |
| Someone warm them from below | |
| Til the rain comes tumbling down | |
| Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones, | |
| We are made of dreams and bones | |
| I feel the need to grow my own cause the time is close at hand | |
| Grain for grain, sun and rain i'll find my way in nature's chain | |
| Tune my body and my brain to the music of the land | |
| Chorus | |
| Plant your rows straight and long, | |
| Temper them with prayer and song | |
| Mother earth will keep you strong if you give her love and care | |
| An old crow watching hungrily from his perch in yonder tree | |
| In my garden i'm as free as that feathered thief up there | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus: | |
| Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow | |
| All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground | |
| Inch by inch, row by row someone bless these seeds i sow | |
| Someone warm them from below | |
| Til the rain comes tumbling down | |
| Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones, | |
| We are made of dreams and bones | |
| I feel the need to grow my own cause the time is close at hand | |
| Grain for grain, sun and rain i' ll find my way in nature' s chain | |
| Tune my body and my brain to the music of the land | |
| Chorus | |
| Plant your rows straight and long, | |
| Temper them with prayer and song | |
| Mother earth will keep you strong if you give her love and care | |
| An old crow watching hungrily from his perch in yonder tree | |
| In my garden i' m as free as that feathered thief up there | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus: | |
| Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow | |
| All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground | |
| Inch by inch, row by row someone bless these seeds i sow | |
| Someone warm them from below | |
| Til the rain comes tumbling down | |
| Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones, | |
| We are made of dreams and bones | |
| I feel the need to grow my own cause the time is close at hand | |
| Grain for grain, sun and rain i' ll find my way in nature' s chain | |
| Tune my body and my brain to the music of the land | |
| Chorus | |
| Plant your rows straight and long, | |
| Temper them with prayer and song | |
| Mother earth will keep you strong if you give her love and care | |
| An old crow watching hungrily from his perch in yonder tree | |
| In my garden i' m as free as that feathered thief up there | |
| Chorus |