Clyde Turner Bain

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses

He speaks, and the sound of His voice is so sweet
That the birds hush, they gotta hush their singing
And the melody that He gives, gives to me
Within my heart is to ringing, ringing, ringing

Oh yes, He walk with me, oh yes, He talks with me
And He tells me that I'm his own
Oh yes, He walk with me, oh yes, He talks with me
And He talks with me and He tells me I'm his own

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