In the Garden of Eorthe

1. I come for a walk in the garden,
While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Mother Earth discloses.

And she walks with me, and she talks with me,
And she tells me I am her own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
Admiring what she has grown.

2. She speaks, and the sound of her voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that she gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

And she walks with me, and she talks with me,
And she tells me I am her own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
Admiring what she has grown.

3. I’d stay in the garden with her
Tho’ the night around me be falling;
And she bids me go; but this I know,
Her voice to me is calling.

And she walks with me, and she talks with me,
And she tells me I am her own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
Admiring what she has grown.


To the tune of the 1913 hymn “In the Garden” by C. Austin Miles. Almost all of the words remain the same as this hymn was already very “earthy”.

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