MUSIC of WATCHER of the DAMNED: In the Garden by C. Austin Miles, 1912
Music featured in R. H. Snow's Sci-Fi Western Series, WATCHER of the DAMNED: 'In the Garden' aka 'I Come to the Garden Alone' by C. Austin Miles in 1912 (Shilo's Theme).
‘In the Garden’ - Vocals and piano, Rebecca Hancock Snow. All photos property of Rebecca Hancock Snow, song in the public domain.Easter comes, and with it comes the desire to sing the Old Gospel Hymns.
They are a part of the fabric in our lives here, the tapestry of voices of the dead, woven into memory and display on the Altar of our Hearts. When the Special Days come, we sing and weep, but we don’t know why -perhaps it is because we hope that someday, someone will remember us. If they do, shall we hear them?
Pay special attention to the clicking and creaking - it the sound of a 130+ year old upright cabinet grand piano singing along. In the Garden' is a favorite hymn at Shiloh and yes - deep in the night, when the Church is empty and the moon is full, this song has been heard: the music of a heavenly piano, far away...
~~~~~IN THE GARDEN~~~~~
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.
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Refrain:
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known
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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.
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I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
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Refrain:
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
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❤️Happy Easter❤️
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From 'WATCHER of the DAMNED, TransMutation Texas' by R. H. Snow:
"She wept, wanting God to answer her tears. Head in her hands, elbows on her knees, she prayed out of her broken heart, with no way of knowing if anyone out there answered back. Leaning her head back against the cool wall of the bathroom, she wondered if others had been here before, thinking this same thing.
She wiped her eyes. Far away, she heard new music. A piano played, faint, tinny, and out of tune, but the melody was known to her. It was a song about God in the Garden.
I come to the Garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses...
She closed her eyes, remembering what it felt like to be loved by God. There had been times when God seemed so real and she would hear Him—not as he sounded on the WeSpeex Ring, but how He sounded in her heart. It made her wonder if it was true, and if it was, then why had God abandoned her? It was a beautiful song, one they would sing in the worship services.
The Watcher must be playing the old piano....
She felt a little better. Music feels like love. In that moment, Love was enough."
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