In the Garden of Ein Gedi Songtext
von Andrew Rose Gregory

Rare fruit of ev′ry kind i've saved for you -
The pomegranates bend the branches down to the ground.
Come see what i have saved you.

Come from the desert hills, come down.

I′ve dreamed you as my own,
So in Ein Gedi I've grown
A garden of our own!
I've grown a garden of our own.


The winter′s over & the rains are done.
In every meadow i can hear the nightingale′s song.
I'll wait for you until the
Shadows all disappear, till dawn.

I′ve dreamed you as my own,
So in Ein Gedi I've grown
A garden of our own!
I′ve grown a garden of our own.

Milk & honey are beneath your tongue.
Your clothes all hold the scent of Lebanon.
Come be my garden's fountain,
A spring of waters falling down.


I′ve dreamed you as my own,
So in Ein Gedi I've grown
A garden of our own!
I've grown a garden of our own.