In The Garden

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1. Van Morrison says

   October 31, 2006 at 5:15 am

   The streets are always wet with rain
   After a summer shower when I saw you standin’
   In the garden in the garden wet with rain

   You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
   As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
   And as 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’ on your face
   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 inside the church
   We loved so much
   And felt the presence of the youth of
   Eternal summers in the garden

   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

   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

   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 holy ghost
   In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
   No Guru, no method, no teacher
   Just you and I and nature

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