Garden - Ainsley Britain

I come to the garden alone

While the dew is still on the roses

And the voice I hear falling on my ear

The son of god discloses

And he walks with me

And he talks with me

And he tells me that I am his own

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known

He speaks and the sound of his voice

Is so sweet that the birds hush their singing

And the melody that he gave to me

Within my heart is ringing

And he walks with me

And he talks with me

And he tells me that I am his own

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known