One my earliest memories is my Dad protecting his old Nat King Cole vinyl from my grubby little hands as they spun in 78 and filled the room with sugar.
Not sure if Nat ever sung this gospel standard, but thats the picture in my head.

A big thanks to Tobias and Frank for leading me into this wonderful garden.
I’m certainly cant sing like Frank or caress a jazz guitar like Mr Weber and I’m definitely aint no Mr Cole, but here I am stepping back for a little trip down memory lane.

Pella uploaded :)

In the Garden

Words & Lyrics by C. Austin Miles (1912)

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear
falling on my ear
The son of God discloses

And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me that I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

He speaks and the sound of His voice
is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing

And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me that I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

Scomber x 2021