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 was ever known
He 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 ringing
And he walks with me and he talks with me