ella fitzgerald
in the garden
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  He speaks and the sound of His voice Is so sweet that the birds hush their singing And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing  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 the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known