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Garden of Mysteries

I've been talking to my angel

When he visits me at night

And he tells me all the secret things

That make our hearts delight

CHORUS:         In the garden of mysteries

                          I will walk in the morn

                          In the garden where all new things are born

And could there be a finer thing

Than the silks of old Cathay?

Yes­—finer still is the breath of wind

That lifts the veil away        (CHORUS)

And could there be a rarer flower

Than the rose that greets the day?

Yes–rarer still is the memory

Years cannot wash away     (CHORUS)

And could there be a brighter face

Than the sun that in Eden shined?

Yes—brighter still are a true friend's eyes

When all the world is blind   (CHORUS)

I've been talking with my angel

‘Till he leaves my side at dawn

And he tells me: What is sacrificed

Is never really gone

CHORUS:   In the garden of mysteries

                    I will walk in the morn

                    In the garden where all new things are born

                    In the garden of mysteries

                    I will walk in the morn

                    In the garden where all new dreams are born