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Original Painting by Thomas Kinkade

In The Garden

VERSE:

I come to the garden alone

while dew is still on the roses

and the voice I hear falling on my ear.

The Son of God discloses and

CHORUS:

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.


VERSE:

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.

CHORUS:

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.


VERSE:

I'd stay in the garden with Him

Tho' the night around me is falling,

but He bids me go; Thro' the voice of woe,

His voice to me is calling.

CHORUS:

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.


WORDS and MUSIC: C. Austin Miles 1912

Paintings by John Waterhouse

(In Loving Honor of My Daddy, who taught me the value of a quiet garden and how to listen.)


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