I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The song of God discloses
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am his own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
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A poor man wants to be a rich
man
A rich man wants to be a king
But the man who can sing when he hasn't got a thing
He's the king of the whole wide world
L'homme pauvre désir devenir
riche
L'homme riche veut être Roi.
Mais l'homme qui chante même lorsqu'il n'a rien:
C'est le Roi du monde entier.
