In the Garden

I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear My own mother discloses And she walks And she talks with me She tells me I am her heart And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known 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 I stay in the garden with her Though the night around me be falling But she bids me go in a voice so low Yet still I hear her calling"