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 And he walks with me and
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If I had my way forever there'd be a garden of roses for you and for me A million and one things dear I would do just for you just for you And if I had
If I've ever planted flowers in your garden Or my feet walked across your bedroom floor Don't be surprised if I'd break the silence of the night with
