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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 adn 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 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 adn 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

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