(Rod McKuen)

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The Good Lord made Man ... then he rested
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For a little while.
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Said “Look what I’ve done, ain’t he pretty?”
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Then he cracked a smile.
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“I’ll watch him grow. I’ll hear him talk,
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Learn to love and fight,
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But when he’s had his fill of these
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I’ll walk him through the night, to -

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Someplace green - Someplace nice,
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Someplace that I call Paradise,
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Growing greener in the rain,
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Waiting 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 -

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, and -

Someplace green - Someplace nice,
Someplace that He calls Paradise,
Is growing greener in the rain,
Waiting there - for Man to claim.