In the garden wet with rain
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And as I sat beside you I felt the great sadness that day
And the Father in the garden"
And your mother in the garden
"No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
In the garden
Alright, and as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Within our hearts in the garden
And the Holy Ghost in the garden
Yeah we watched the petals fall down to the ground
Just you and I and nature
Born again you were and blushed
And you were a violet colour as you sat beside your father
And I turned to you and I said
Just you and I and nature
Listen, no guru, no method, no teacher
And the Holy Ghost in the garden wet with rain
You had the key to your soul and you did open
And the Father and the Son
Standin' in the garden, in the garden wet with rain
And we heard the bells within the church, we loved so much
And the Father and the Son
You were a creature all in rapture
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
No guru, no method, no teacher
The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And we touched each other lightly
And felt the presence of the youth of eternal summers in the garden
And we felt the presence of the Christ
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And you went into a trance, your childlike vision became so fine
That day you came back to the garden
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And then one day you came back home
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
The olden summer breeze was blowin' against your face, alright
