G | C | G | |
I | come to the garden alone, While the | dew is still on the | roses; |
D | G | A7 | D | |
And the | voice I hear falling | on my ear, The | Son of God dis - | closes. |
G | D | |
And He | walks with me, and He | talks with me, |
C | D7 | G | |
And He | tells me | I am His | own; |
G | B7 | Em | C | |
And the | joy we | share as we | tarry | there, |
G | D7 | G | |
None | other has | ever | known. |
G | C | G | |
He | speaks, and the sound of His voice Is so | sweet the birds hush their | singing; |
D | G | A7 | D | |
And the | melody that He | gave to me, With - | in my heart is | ringing. |
G | C | G | |
I'd | stay in the garden with Him, Though the | night around me be | falling; |
D | G | A7 | D | |
But He | bids me go; thru the | voice of woe, His | voice to me is | calling. |