Deniece Williams - I come to the garden alone

I ^Gcome to the garden alone, ^Cwhile the dew is still on the roses, A^D7nd the voice I hear falling ^Gon my ear, T^A7he Son of God disclo^Dles

^D7And^G He walks with me and ^D7He talks with me, ^AmAnd He tells me^D7 I am his own^G; ^GAnd the joy we share ^B7as we ^Emtarr^G7y th^Cere, ^GNone other has ev^D7er ^Gknown

H^Ge speaks, and the sound of his voice is so sweet T^Che birds hush their singi^Gng, A^D7nd the melody that^G He give to me W^A7ithin my heart is to ringin^Dg.

^D7And^G He walks with me and ^D7He talks with me, ^AmAnd He tells me^D7 I am his ^Gown; ^GAnd the joy we share ^B7as we ^Emtarr^G7y th^Cere, ^GNone other has ev^D7er ^Gknown

I^G stay in the garden with Him, ^CThough the night around me^G is falling ^D7But He bids me go^G; through the voice of woe ^A7His voice to me is callin^Dg.

^D7And^G He walks with me and ^D7He talks with me, ^AmAnd He tells me^D7 I am his own^G; ^GAnd the joy we share ^B7as we ^Emtarr^G7y th^Cere, ^GNone other has ev^D7er ^Gknown