[HANASHIR:12292] Re: The Garden Song

[Shirona <shirona...>]

Hi Carol - I know what you mean, that's a good alternative.
There is a Jewish Tu-Bishvat verse, don't know who wrote it, goes like this:

Tu Bishvat is close at hand
Time to build up our home land
Growing green things in the sand
Bringing life where there was none

We all celebrate as one
Working hard and having fun
With the power from the Sun
And the help of G-d above...
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Carol Boyd Leon" <cbleon (at) hotmail(dot)com>
To: <hanashir (at) shamash(dot)org>
Sent: Wednesday, September 25, 2002 9:47 AM
Subject: [HANASHIR:12291] Re: The Garden Song


> Because I find the term "someone" in the song to be troublesome, I sing it
> (with apologies to the songwriter): "...row by row, please bless these
seeds
> I sow, Keep them warm..."
>
> -- Carol Boyd Leon
>
>
> ----Original Message Follows----
> From: Scott Shuster <scott_shuster (at) yahoo(dot)com>
> Reply-To: hanashir (at) shamash(dot)org
> To: hanashir (at) shamash(dot)org
> Subject: [HANASHIR:12290] The Garden Song
> Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2002 05:40:55 -0700 (PDT)
>
> Hi Karen,
>
> Here're the lyrics and chords I have for that song.
>
> Scott
>
>
>              "The Garden Song"
>
>
> C       E-    D-     C    D-    G         C      C/G
> Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow
> D-     G          C    /B    A-         D-               G
> All it takes is a rake and a hoe, and a piece of furtile ground
> Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow
> Someone warm them from below, 'till the rain comes tumbling down
>
>
> Pullin' weeds, pickin' stones, we are made of dreams and bones
> Feel the need to grow my own, for the time is close at hand
> Grain for grain, sun and rain, 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, season with a prayer and song
> Mother earth will make you strong if you give her love and care
> There's an old crow watching hungerly, from his perch on yonder tree
> In my garden I'm as free as that feathered thief up there.
>
> (chorus)
>
> =====
>
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>   508-429-8819
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>
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