In the Garden

The fields are always wet with rain

After a summer shower

When I saw you standin'

Standin' in the garden

In the garden, wet with rain

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow

As we watched the petals fall down to the ground

And as I sat beside you, I felt the great sadness that day

In the garden

And then the one day, you came back home

You were a creature, all in rapture

You had your key to your soul, and you did open

That day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin' against your face, alright

The light of our Lord's shinin' on your countenance divine

And you were a violet color as you sat beside your father and mother

In the garden

The summer breeze was blowin' on your face

Within your violet, your treasure your summery words

And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine

Ignited me in daylight, and nature in the garden

And you went into a trance

Your childlike vision became so fine

And we heard little bells within the church

We loved so much, and felt the presence of the youth

Of eternal summers in the garden

Alright

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly

Born again you were, and blushed

And we touched each other lightly

And we felt the presence of the Christ within our hearts

In the garden

And I turned to you, and I said

No guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I, and nature

And the Father in the garden

Listen, no guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I, and nature

And the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost

In the garden, wet with rain

No guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I, and nature

And the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost

In the garden

In the garden, wet with rain

No guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I, and nature

And the Father in the garden