Píseň: In The Garden

Interpret:
Alan Jackson
Album:
PRECIOUS MEMORIES
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


I'd stay in the garden with Him
 'Tho the night around me is falling
 But He bids me go; through 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