I come to the garden alone
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While the dew is still on the roses
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And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
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The Son of God discloses
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And He walks with me
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And He talks with me
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And He tells me I am His own
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And the joy we share as we tarry there
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None other has ever known
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He speaks and the sound of His voice
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Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
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And the melody that He gave to me
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Within my heart is ringing
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And He walks with me
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And He talks with me
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And He tells me I am His own
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And the joy we share as we tarry there
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None other has ever known
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I'd stay in the garden with Him
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'Tho the night around me be falling
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But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
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His voice to me is calling
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And He walks with me
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And He talks with me
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And He tells me I am His own
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And the joy we share as we tarry there
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None other has ever known
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In The Garden
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John Prine |