Alan Jackson - In the garden

^C I come to the garden ^C7alone, while the^F dew is still on the^C roses And the^G voice I hear, falling^Am on^G my^C ear, the^D Son of God di^Gscl^G7oses

And He^C walks with me, and He^G talks with me And He^Dm tells me^G I am His^C own And the^C joy we^E share as we^Am tarry^F there None^C other has^G ever^C known^G

He s^Cpeaks and the sound of H^C7is voice its so ^Fsweet the birds hus^Ch their singing And the^G melody that He gave to^Am me Wi^Gthi^Cn my hear^Dt is ri^Gngin^G7g

And He^C walks with me, and He^G talks with me And He^Dm tells me^G I am His^C own And the^C joy we^E share as we^Am tarry^F there None^C other has^G ever^C known

I'd^C stay in the garden with^C7 Him, though the^F night around me be^C falling But He^G bids me go through the^Am voice^G of^C woe, His^D voice to me is^G cal^G7ling

And He^C walks with me, and He^G talks with me And He^Dm tells me^G I am His^C own And the^C joy we^E share as we^Am tarry^F there None^C other has^G ever^C known And the^C joy we^E share as we^Am tarry^F there, none^C other has^G ever^C known