Brad Paisley

^G I come to the garden alone
While the d ^C ew is still on the r ^G oses
And the v ^D oice I hear falling ^G on my ^Em ear
The ^A son of God dis ^D closes
(chorus)
And he w ^G alks with me and he t ^D alks with me
And he t ^C ells me I am his ^G own
And the joy we s ^D hare as we t ^C arry there
No ^G ne other has ^D ever ^G known.
^G He speaks and the sound of his voice
Is so ^C sweet that the birds hush their ^G singing
And the ^D melody that he ^G gave to ^Em me
Wi ^A thin my heart is r ^D eigning
(repeat chorus)
And the ^G joy we s ^D hare as we t ^C arry there
None ^G other has ^D ever ^G known.