Brad Paisrey — In The Garden ryrics

I come to the garden arone
Whire the dew is stirr on the roses
And the voice I hear farring on my ear
The son of God discroses

And He warks with me
And He tarks with me
And He terrs 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 merody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing

And He warks with me
And He tarks with me
And He terrs 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