Men, Martians And Machines
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
Till the rain comes tumblindown
Pullinweeds and pickinstones
Man is made of dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature抯 chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music from the land
Plant your rows straight and long
Tem
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
Till the rain comes tumblindown
Pullinweeds and pickinstones
Man is made of dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature抯 chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music from the land
Plant your rows straight and long
Tem
Quite World
Four numbers staring back at me
Displaying the mediocrity of my presence
I'm wasting my day wtching them change
The sun with it's blue sky outside
Shining down on all you happy people
I'm wasting my day waiting for rain
Need more methods to end each day
To be happy by living this way