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

I'd stay in the garden with him though the night around me falling
But he bids me go; thru 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