In hopeful reveries might we be led through Eden's garden
To a certain place where we might find salvation's pardon
And there, they say, we'll be beyond our humanity's will
For at the end of the road is the sanctuary of Paradise Hill
Perhaps tonight we'll encounter an unspoilt ocean's roar
And start our journey on the golden sands of a distant shore
Rambling inland we might hope to find the spring of Taurus
Accompanied by, on high, the songbirds exuberant chorus
Dunes of naught but sand will lead to aromatic lavender fields
In a constant fragrant blooming of pure perpetual yields
Sun ripened crops will range, far and wide, in perfect weather
Everything raised and reaped, finally equally shared together
Happy thoughts to ponder, but the path's a tarmac lane
In an idyll that was never ever, the illusion's all in vain
Look back in fear, or not, as we try to cross this shire
Look forward with hope, or not, for what we all aspire
There's a dream of an Eden and it's on Paradise Hill
It's there beyond the yonder, where humanity's still
Tho' the choir's ethereal, perhaps it's a place of plenty
But the road is long and some say the church is empty
