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.
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.