Garden Song

Words and Music by David Mallett
Sung by John Denver
on JD John Denver (1979)

Tune 6th String to D, Capo 2 frets

Unusual Chords

G/B       x20003
G/D       x66533

D        /         D         G/B    D    

D              G/B    D G/B      A         D
Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.
G/B    A           D                    G/B               A
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground
D              G/B    D  G/B   A             D
Inch by inch, row by row, Someone bless the seeds I sow.
G/B      A          D                  G/B         A        D 
Someone warm them from below, 'til the rain comes tumbling down.

 G/D           D  /            A         

 D       D/F#      G         D/F#  G        A        D
Pulling weeds and pickin' stones,   man is made of dreams and bones,
G         A        D                      G                A
Feel the need to grow my own. 'cause the time is close at hand
D          D/F#   G       D/F#  G       A      D
Grain for grain, sun and rain, find my way in nature's chain,
G      A    D                   G      A       D
To my body and my brain to the music from the land

(Inst.) A  D   A   D  A   D    /

  D         D/F#   G          D/F#  G          A         D
Plant your rows straight and long,   thicker than with pray'r and song
G       A          D                      G                 A
Mother Earth will make you strong if you give her love and care
D        D/F#      G    D/F#  G          A        D
Old crow watchin' hungrily,    from his perch in yonder tree
G      A     D                    G         A       D
In my garden I'm as free as that feathered beak up there.

A          D           A

D              G/B    D  G/B     A         D
Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.
G/B     A          D                    G/B               A
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground
D              G/B    D    G/B      A        D
Inch by inch, row by row, Someone bless the seeds I sow.
G/B      A          D                   G/B        A        D
Someone warm them from below, 'til the rain comes tumbling down.

D  /   /   A    D    /      A        D           A      D


Copyright 1975 Cherry Lane Music Pub.