The good Lord made man, then he rested for a little while

He said look what I've done, ain't it pretty, then he cracked a smile

I'll watch him grow, I'll hear him talk, learn to love and fight

And when he's had his fill of these I'll walk him through the night



To someplace green, someplace nice

Someplace that I call paradise

It's growin' greener in the rain

Awaitin' there for man to claim



The good Lord looked down on the earth one afternoon and frowned

He said man ain't learned an awful lot since I carved him out of ground

He's built a lot of steeples of clay and rocks and sand

But he hasn't learned to get along with his fellow man



And someplace green, someplace nice

Someplace that I call paradise

It's growin' greener in the rain

Awaitin' there for man to claim



The good Lord's been around a while, he'll turn a tee at least

And I guess he'll be around a while, when time and tide have ceased

Looking down from somewhere, trying hard to find

If man has earned his paradise the other side of time



And someplace green, someplace nice

Someplace that he calls paradise

It's growin' greener in the rain

Awaitin' there for - man - to - claim...