whether i m wrong or whether i m right pushing that rock or playing it tight whether that moon come out tonight i won t worry me to turn off the light i m gonna blessin my soul my garden will grow out of the flames the sacred and the profane whether i sink whether i float i m gonna build myself a boat i will rise when i am tired i m gonna work even if i get fired i m gonna blessin my soul my garden will grow out of the flames the sacred and the profane even if the groom is dying you know these spirits are alive and they re cruel you know like the snow and the crow and the sky the sky full of fire that man if i am blind or if i can see whether things re bad or they are good i m gonna trust anything that i should i m gonna my garden will grow my garden will grow blessin my soul i m gonna out of the flames the sacred and the profane