Sung by Bobby Denton Artist: George Beverly Shea My God and I go in the field together; We walk and talk as good friends should and do; We clasp our hands, our voices ring with laughter; My God and I walk through the meadow's hue. We clasp our hands, our voices ring with laughter; My God and I walk through the meadow's hue. He tells me of the years that went before me When heavenly plans were ma..
