In the Garden
The fields are always wet with rainAfter a summer showerWhen I saw you standin'Standin' in the gardenIn the garden
Wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrowAnd we watched the petals fall down to the groundAnd as I sat beside you I felt theGreat sadness that day
In the garden
And then one day you came back homeYou were a creature all in raptureYou had the key to your soulAnd you did openThat day you came back
To the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin' gainst your face
Alright
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divineAnd you were a violet colour as youSat beside your father and your mother
In the garden
The summer breeze was blowin' on your faceWithin your violet you treasure your summery wordsAnd as the shiver from my neck down to my spineIgnited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a tranceYour childlike vision became so fineAnd we heard the bells within the churchWe loved so muchAnd felt the presence of the youth of eternal summersIn the garden
Alright
And as it touched your cheeks so lightlyBorn again you were and blushedAnd we touched each other lightlyAnd 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 teacherJust you and I and natureAnd the Father in the garden
Listen
No guru, no method, no teacherJust you and I and natureAnd the Father and the Son and the Holy GhostIn the garden
Wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacherJust you and I and nature and the Father AND THE SON and the Holy GhostIn that garden, in the garden, wet with rain
Yeah. Alright.
No Guru, no method, no teacherJust you and I and nature and the father In the garden