Some call it evolution
And others call it God
Then a sense of law and beauty
And a face turned from the clod
Some call it evolution
And others call it God
Evolution
God
A fire-mist and a planet
A crystal and a cell
A jelly-fish and a saurian
Then a sense of law and beauty
And a face turned from the clod
Some call it evolution
And others call it God
Then a sense of law and beauty
And a face turned from the clod
Some call it evolution
And others call it God
A haze on the far horizon
The infinite, tender sky
The ripe rich tint of the cornfileds
And the wild geese sailing high
A fire-mist and a planet
A crystal and a cell
A jelly-fish and a saurian
Then a sense of law and beauty
And a face turned from the clod
Some call it evolution
And others call it God