He speaks, and the sound of his voice is so sweet that the birds hush, they gotta hush their singing and the melody that he gives, gives to me within my heart is i stay in the garden with him though the night around me is falling but he bids me to go through the voice of woe his voice to me is calling.
But he bids me go; Through the voice of woe his voice to me is calling. I come to the garden alone. What will i do when you are far away and i am blue what will i do when i'm alone with all the dreams of you that won't come true what will i do.
