Alan Jackson - In the garden

^D I come to the garden ^D7alone, while the^G dew is still on the^D roses And the^A voice I hear, falling^Bm on^A my^D ear, the^E Son of God di^Ascl^A7oses

And He^D walks with me, and He^A talks with me And He^Em tells me^A I am His^D own And the^D joy we^F# share as we^Bm tarry^G there None^D other has^A ever^D known^A

I'd^D stay in the garden with^D7 Him, though the^G night around me be^D falling But He^A bids me go through the^Bm voice^A of^D woe, His^E voice to me is^A cal^A7ling

And He^D walks with me, and He^A talks with me And He^Em tells me^A I am His^D own And the^D joy we^F# share as we^Bm tarry^G there None^D other has^A ever^D known And the^D joy we^F# share as we^Bm tarry^G there, none^D other has^A ever^D known