Jim Reeves - 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