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 disclosesAnd 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 knownHe 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 ringingAnd 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 knownI'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night around me be falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is callingAnd 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 love that song but I am listening to one I like to. May the Good Lord take a Liking to you by Roy Rogers and the Sons of the Pioneers. A lot of their music gives me a lift. I think I hear Dale singing, too.