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 women wants to be a rich
women
A rich women wants to be a Queen
But the women who can sing when she hasn't
got a thing
She's the Queen of the whole wide world
La femme pauvre désir devenir
riche
La femme riche veut être Reine.
Mais la femme qui chante même lorsqu'elle n'a rien:
C'est la Reine du monde entier.
