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.

He speaks,  And the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody  That he gave to me,
With in my  heart is ringing.

I'd stay in the garden with Him,
Tho' the night a-round me be falling,
But he bids me go; Thru the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

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.

Song by Elvis Presley
Composer C. Austin Miles

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