No Guru, No method, No teacher, In the garden wet with rain.

The fields are always wet with rain

After a summer shower

When I saw you standin'

Standin' in the garden

In the garden

Wet with rain

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow

And we watched the petals fall down to the ground

And as I sat beside you

I felt theGreat 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' gainst your face

AlrightThe light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine

And you were a violet colour 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 within the church

We loved so much

And felt the presence of the youth of eternal summers

In the garden

Alright

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 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

ListenNo 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 holy ghost

In that garden,

in the garden,

wet with rain

Yeah.

Alright.

No Guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I and nature and the father

In the garden