| G | |
| I c | ome to the garden alone, |
| C | G | |
| While the | dew is still on the | roses; |
| D | G | Em | |
| And the | voice I hear, falling | on my | ear, |
| A | D | |
| The | Son of God | discloses. |
| Chorus: |
| D | G | D | |
| And He | walks with me and He | talks with me |
| D7 | G | |
| And He | tells me I am His | own |
| G | G7 | C | Cm | |
| And the | joy we | share as we | tarry | there, |
| G | D | G | |
| None | other has | ever k | nown. |
| He speaks and the sound of His voice |
| Is so sweet the birds stop their singing. |
| And the melody that He gave to me |
| Within my heart is ringing. |
| I'd stay in the garden with Him |
| Though the night around me is falling. |
| But He bids me go; through the voice of woe, |
| His voice to me is calling. |