By Austin C. Miles (1868-1946)

I [C] come to the garden alone [C7] . .

[Fdim7] While the [F] dew is [Dm7]still on the [C] roses;

And the [Dm] voice I [G7] hear, falling [C] on my [A7] ear,

The [D7] Son of God dis [G7] clo [D7] .. [G7]ses.


And He [C] walks with me and He [G7] talks with me

And He [Dm] tells me [G7] I am His [C] own

And the joy we [E7] share as we [A] tarry [D7] there,

None [C] other has [G7] ever [C] known.

He speaks and the sound of His voice

Is so sweet the birds stop their singing.

And the melody that He gave to me

Within my heart is ringing.

I'd stay in the garden with Him

Though the night around me is falling.

But He bids me go; through the voice of woe,

His voice to me is calling.

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2min 57 1 67

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Intro 57

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2m 57 1 1

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