In the Garden

In The Garden - Ann-Margret (安瑪·格麗特)

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

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