In The Garden – Alan Jackson

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I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear
Falling on my ear
The song 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 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
And the joy we share
As we tarry there
None other has ever known