My Lord is walking in the garden, looking for me
but I am sleeping under yonder tree.
My Lord is walking in the garden, calling for me
I am still asleep under yonder tree.My Lord is kneeling in the garden, praying for me
Where am I but sleeping under yonder tree.
My Lord is kneeling in the garden, weeping for me
He knows I will deny him one, two, three.My Lord is hanging, dying there on yonder tree
He breathes his last and dies for you and for me.My Lord has risen from the grave,
He came to set men free, and now
he is walking in the garden looking for thee.
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