In the garden, by Jim Reeves

 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 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