Текст: Roger Whittaker. Paradise.

My time is yet to come,
When I can shed my mind of worldly cares,
And breath the pure sweet air of Paradise.
My time is yet to come,
When I shall see he truth and not be blind.
Crystal streams will wind through Paradise.

CHORUS:
Paradise is peace.
Paradise is rest.
Paradise is having time to do,
The things that I love best.
Paradise is having those you love
Around you when you?re old.

Paradise is feeling warm,
When the world is feeling cold.

My time is yet to come,
When I can live at peace with all mankind,
And true contentment find in Paradise.
My time is yet to come,
When I shall know true love without such pain,
And walk the sun-kissed lane to Paradise.

[CHORUS 2X]