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 color 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 Within in our hearts In the garden
And I turned to you and I said No guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the father in the garden
Listen 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 Father And the Son 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
Writer/s: VAN MORRISON
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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Earls Court 94 from Londonlondon...as with everything Morrison if you have to ask then you have never felt it....and unfortunately probably now never will... .but at least you asked and that's half way home. First time I heard VM, was on a beach with R&R Americans taking a break from war, they knew it was all about that moment in time as is this man's music.. Tauro 72. K.
Bill from Pensacola, Fl"In gardens all wet with rain" see (and listen to) Sweet Thing" 1968. (Van Morrison...
Malachi from Dublin, Ireland'No Guru, No Method, No Teacher. Just you and I and nature, and the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost.' This particular song where these lyrics appear, amazingly parallel the 'celbration' segment in William P. Young's novel,"The Shack!" The song was recorded long before the book ever came out--to my knowledge-- but I can't help but see the similiarities between the two.