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

And the Father in the garden