Farm Sung to the tune of White Christmas.....

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MARANTHA!! Even so, come LORD JESUS!!!
I'm dreaming of a Spring garden,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the tomatoes like to grow.
And the children listen
To the jaybird's call
And we hope to make it til the fall
With tomatoes blooming and okra looming
Above the green beans in a row.

Oh. I'm dreaming of a Spring garden.......
Just like the ones I used to know,
With garden catalogs and seed pack orders
All scattered round the borders
Of the room.
Oh I'm dreaming of a Spring garden.....
 
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