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 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' against your face
The light of old 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
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
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 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