The music for this song was written in Papua New Guinea, 25 years ago. The words waited until I learned to garden on the dry, high desert plateau. The longer I live off the land, and watch my children grow to maturity, the more I realize the value of what I've been given. There is so much future, so much influence in living with careful, intentional love. The garden of Eden was a gift beyond human comprehension. Watching humanity destroy it and their own offspring has taught me slowly and surely WHY the meek inherit the Earth: no one else appears to give a damn. So, Eden goes to those who have demonstrated their love. This song is not a doctrinal statement, it's an active perspective.

 

 

E           B7               E

If we would plant seeds that grow

E            B7            E

If we would share what we know

E                E7      A

If we’d protect what we hold

      B7                    E

The garden would never grow old

E             B7          E

If we’d reach out without hate

E             B7           E

If we’d make love and not rape

E               E7      A

If we’d repair and not break

   B7                     E

The garden would go on and on

 

E                   E7            A

Li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li

B7                  E

Li, li, li, li, li, li, li

E                       E7          A

Li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li

B7                  E           

Li, li, li, li, li, li, li

 

E            B7           E

If we could laugh at the joke

E           B7           E

If we would bear some reproach

E             E7        A

If we weren’t obeying ghosts

     B7                     E

The garden would never grow old.

E           B7             E

If we would wait for the prize

E             B7            E

If we weren’t all building lies

E          E7             A

Maybe we’d hear the truth cry

    B7                        E

And the garden would go on and on.

 

E          B7          E

If we were willing to bleed

E        B7             E

To bear another’s great need

E           E7          A

If we would ask on our knees

     B7                     E

The garden would never grow old

E           B7              E

If we would turn a bruised cheek

E        B7                       E

For the sake of the young and the weak

E           E7             A

Inherit the earth with the meek

    B7                     E

The garden would go on and on!