Van Morrison - In the Garden

The fields are always wet with rainAfter a summer shower when I saw you standin'Standin' in the garden, in the garden wet with rainYou wiped the teardrops from your eyes in sorrowYeah we watched the petals fall down to the groundAnd as I sat beside you I felt the great sadness that dayIn the gardenAnd then one day you came back homeYou were a creature all in raptureYou had the key to your soul and you did openThat day you came back to the gardenThe olden summer breeze was blowin' against your face, alrightThe light of God was shinin' on your countenance divineAnd you were a violet colour as you sat beside your fatherAnd your mother in the gardenThe summer breeze was blowin' on your faceWithin your violet you treasure your summery wordsAnd as the shiver from my neck down to my spineIgnited me in daylight and nature in the gardenAnd you went into a trance, your childlike vision became so fineAnd we heard the bells within the church, we loved so muchAnd felt the presence of the youth of eternal summers in the gardenAlright, and as it touched your cheeks so lightlyBorn again you were and blushedAnd we touched each other lightlyAnd we felt the presence of the ChristWithin our hearts in the gardenAnd I turned to you and I said"No guru, no method, no teacherJust you and I and natureAnd the Father in the garden"Listen, no guru, no method, no teacherJust you and I and natureAnd the Father and the SonAnd the Holy Ghost in the garden wet with rainNo guru, no method, no teacherJust you and I and natureAnd the Father and the SonAnd the Holy Ghost in the gardenIn the garden wet with rainNo guru, no method, no teacherJust you and I and natureAnd the Father in the garden