| Am | Dm | |
| In the garden of | Truth |
| C | E | |
| There dwells as b | ird |
| Am | Dm-C-Em | |
| With feathers of a | yellow gold |
| Am | Dm | |
| And all thru' the | day |
| C | E | |
| The sun he p | lay |
| Am | Dm | Am | |
| upon his | raiment | gay |
| Am | Dm | |
| In the garden of | Truth |
| C | E | |
| There dwells as | bird |
| Am | Dm-C-E | |
| With feathers of a | silver pale |
| Am | Dm | |
| And all night l | ong |
| C | E | Am | Dm | Am | |
| The moon she | shone u | pon her r | aiment w | arm |
| Dm | Am | E | Am | |
| And all within the | branches of this | great oak t | ree |
| Am | Dm | Am | E | |
| That some call the | Tree of | Life |
| Am | Dm | |
| And the wise men they | come |
| C | E | Am | |
| And they rest | upon the r | oots |
| Dm | Am | |
| And they | hear the s | ong. |