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, ever known.
He speaks, and the very sound of His voice,
Is so sweet, 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, you are my own,
And the joy we share,
As we tarry there,
None other has ever, ever known.