For 10,000 years
since Man was born
He's grown his greens,
he's cropped his corn
He's sown, he's tilled,
he's ploughed the field
With sweat of his brow,
he's made land yield
Fruit of the soil,
fruit of the vine
Earth's given us
flowers and food and wine
Vegetables, fruit, herb and spice
On natures free bounty,
she sets no price
On even the smallest strip of land
There's a patch of soil
amidst the sand
Here, when sun and rain
lend their aid
And Man brings his fork and
trowel and spade
Fruits ripen, flowers open
and vegetables harden
Everyday alchemy
on an island garden