About the song
Anne Murray, with her crystal-clear voice and impeccable artistry, has a knack for taking a familiar song and making it entirely her own. This is certainly true of her interpretation of the beloved hymn, “In the Garden.” Originally penned in 1912 by C. Austin Miles, this timeless piece of gospel music has resonated with listeners for generations, offering solace, reflection, and a profound sense of spiritual connection.
Murray’s rendition, with its gentle acoustic arrangement and her signature warmth, invites us to pause and enter a place of serenity. Her voice, imbued with sincerity and a quiet strength, beautifully conveys the song’s message of intimate communion with the divine. There’s a reverence in her delivery, a hushed awe that captures the sacredness of the garden encounter.
What distinguishes Murray’s version is her ability to bridge the gap between the traditional and the contemporary. While honoring the hymn’s roots, she infuses it with a timeless quality that transcends any specific era. The production is understated, allowing the purity of the melody and the power of the lyrics to shine through. It’s a testament to the enduring beauty of the song itself, a reminder that some melodies speak to the depths of the human soul across time and trends.
As you listen to Anne Murray sing “In the Garden,” allow yourself to be transported to that tranquil space. Feel the stillness, the gentle breeze, and the presence of something greater than yourself. Let her voice be your guide, leading you on a journey of introspection and spiritual renewal. This is music that soothes the soul, offering comfort and hope in a world that often feels chaotic and overwhelming. It’s a reminder of the enduring power of faith, the beauty of simplicity, and the timeless appeal of a truly gifted vocalist.
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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
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
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
‘Tho the night around me be 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