The good Lord laid back, then he rested, for a little while 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 But when he's had his fill of ease I'll walk him through the night To some place green Some place nice Some place that I Call Paradise It's growing greener in the rain Waitin' there for man to claim The good lord looked down on the earth one afternoon and frowned 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 some place green Some place nice Some place that I Call Paradise Is growing greener in the rain Waitin' there for man to claim The good Lord's been around a while, eternity 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 In some place green Some place nice Some place that he Calls Paradise It's growing greener in the rain Waitin' there for man to claim It's growing green, green, green in the rain Waitin' there for man to claim It's waitin' there For man to claim It's waitin' there For man to claim It's waitin' there For man to claim