Lyrics

Verse 1
Behold, my love, you’re beautiful,
Beautiful to me.
Dove-eyes shining through your veil,
Soft as peace can be.
Your hair like rivers down the hill,
Flowing wild and free.
Every smile so pure and bright,
Like it’s made for me.
Pre-Chorus
Your lips like scarlet, warm and true,
Your words make deserts bloom.
Your love is more than finest wine,
Your presence fills the room.
Chorus
Come with me, my bride, my love,
To the garden where we breathe.
Let the north wind wake the flowers,
Let the south wind move the trees.
Every fragrance, every promise,
Everything you are—so sweet.
Let my beloved come and taste
The precious fruit of peace.
Verse 2
Your neck stands strong like David’s tower,
Grace and dignity.
A thousand shields could never guard
The strength you give to me.
And when the day turns cool and calm,
And shadows fade away,
I’ll go where myrrh and incense rise,
And love will have its way.
Pre-Chorus 2
You’re all beautiful, my love,
There’s no spot in you.
You stole my heart with just one glance,
With one chain shining through.
Bridge
Honey drips from your kisses,
Milk and mercy on your tongue.
Your love smells like the cedars,
Like a song that’s never done.
A locked-up garden—holy, chosen,
A sealed fountain, set apart.
Living water keeps on flowing,
Straight from Lebanon to my heart.
Myrrh and aloes, saffron, cinnamon,
Spikenard in the air—
Every step you take is worship,
Every breath a answered prayer.
Vamp / Call & Response
(Lead) Awake, north wind—
(BVs) Awake, north wind—
(Lead) Come, south wind—
(BVs) Come, south wind—
(Lead) Blow through my garden—
(BVs) Blow through my garden—
(Lead) Let the spices flow—
(BVs) Let the spices flow—
(Lead) My beloved, come and taste—
(BVs) Come and taste—
(Lead) These precious fruits of love—
(BVs) Precious fruits of love—
Final Chorus (Bigger)
Come with me, my bride, my love,
To the garden where we breathe.
Let the north wind wake the flowers,
Let the south wind move the trees.
Every fragrance, every promise,
Everything you are—so sweet.
Let my beloved come and taste
The precious fruit of peace.
Outro
Behold, my love—you’re beautiful…
There’s no spot in you.
Stay with me… in the garden…
Where love is always new.