The fields are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
Standin' in the garden
In the garden wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eyes in sorrow
Yeah, we watched the petals fall down to the ground
Yet, when I sat beside you, I felt the great sadness that day
In the garden
And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul and you did open
That day you came back to the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin' against your face, alright
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you sat beside your father and your mother
In the garden
The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet, you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a trance, your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells within the church, we loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth, of eternal summers in the garden
Alright
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed
And we touched each other lightly
And 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 teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden"
Listen, no guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost
In thar garden, in the garden wet with rain
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the Father
In the garden
