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 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 I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry
there
None other has ever known
Id stay in the garden
with Him
Though the night around me be
falling,
But He bids me go; through the
voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry
there
None other has ever known
None other has ever known
Sung By Anne
Murray
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