We Are Made of Dreams and Bones.

The Garden. 

by: Peter, Paul and Mary. 

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.

Pulling weeds and picking 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 natures 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.

A dark twist to Peter, Paul and Mary's song, 'The Garden'. It's a wonder so many of us do such a good job taking care of ourselves. All we have are our dreams; otherwise all we are left with is Bones.