
Picture this: you’re wandering through a quiet garden at dusk, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine, fireflies flickering like tiny stars. That’s the vibe of In The Garden, a song that feels like a whispered secret shared between soulmates under a canopy of leaves. It’s not just music—it’s a moment, a memory you didn’t know you had until the first notes hit.
This song is a love letter to those stolen, sacred moments when the world fades away, and it’s just you and someone—or something—that makes your heart hum. The melody sways like a gentle breeze, weaving through lyrics that paint love as both a sanctuary and a wild, untamed thing. It’s raw yet tender, like a hand reaching out to hold yours in the dark. What makes it special? It’s the way it captures that ache of wanting to freeze time, to stay in that perfect, fleeting pocket of peace forever.
Why does it stick with you? Maybe it’s the way the chorus blooms, each note unfurling like petals, or how the bridge feels like a quiet promise you make to yourself. It’s universal but deeply personal—whether you’re thinking of a lover, a lost friend, or even a version of yourself you’re still chasing, In The Garden meets you where you are. It’s the kind of song you play on a late-night drive or when you’re staring at the ceiling, letting your thoughts wander.
So, what’s the story behind it? Born from a spark of inspiration during a real walk through a garden, the songwriter scribbled the first lines on a napkin, trying to capture that feeling of being completely present. It’s not about grand gestures or epic drama—it’s about the small, sacred stuff that makes life feel holy. And when you hear it, you’ll get it. You’ll want to step into that garden, too, and just be.
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Lyrics
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The son 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
I’d stay in the garden with him
Though the night around me is falling
But he bids me go
Through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
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
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known