by C. Austin Miles
Intro | D | F#7 | Bm | G | D | A7 | D | A7 |
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I | come to the gar-den a-lone, |
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While the | dew is still on the | ros-es, |
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And the | voice I hear, Fall-ing | on my | ear, The | Son of God dis | -clos-es. |
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He | speaks, and the sound of his voice |
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Is so | sweet, the birds hush their | sing-ing, |
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And the | mel-o-dy That he | gave to | me, With | -in my heart is | ring-ing, |
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Interlude | D | F#7 | Bm | G | D | A7 | D | A7 |
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I'd | stay in the gar-den with him |
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Tho' the | night a-round me be | fall-ing, |
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But he | bids me go, Thro' the | voice of woe, His | voice to me is | calling. |
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And the | joy we | share as we | tar-ry | there, None | oth-er has | ev-er | kno | wn. |