| This world has its pleasure |
| It has its pain |
| There are moments to treasure |
| And tests of our faith |
| But each soul holds the memory |
| Of the glory of God’s face |
| Echoes of how we began |
| There are traces of Eden |
| Here where we need them |
| This side, this side of paradise |
| There are places of freedom |
| And love to believe in |
| This side, this side of paradise |
| Can the flesh and the spirit |
| Be reconciled? |
| Can we make our peace |
| With the meek and the wild |
| In the heart that is placed |
| In every mortal mother’s child |
| This heart that is waiting for You? |
| There are traces of Eden |
| Here where we need them |
| This side, this side of paradise |
| There are places of freedom |
| And love to believe in |
| This side, this side of paradise |
| And time only strengthens |
| The covenant made |
| It’s a promise unbroken to me |
| There are traces of Eden |
| Here where we need them |
| This side, this side of paradise |
| There are places of freedom |
| And love to believe in |
| This side, this side of paradise |
| There are traces of Eden |
| Here where we need them |
| This side, this side of paradise |
| There are places of freedom |
| And love to believe in |
| This side, this side of paradise |