Let there be you
Let there be me
Let there be oysters
Under the sea
Let there be wind
And th’occasional rain
Chile con carne
And sparkling champagne
Let there be birds
Who sing in the trees
Someone to bless me
Whenever I sneeze
Let there be cuckoos
A lark and a dove
But most of all, please
Let there be love
Let there be Frank
Perry and Bing
Let there be great songs
For singers to sing
Let there be sports cars
And ivy league clothes
Sponsors and cha-chas
And frantic mambos
Let there be moons
Circling in space
Let there be flutes
And Princess Grace
Let Sputnik zoom
Its way up above
But most of all, please
Let there be love
Let there be love
Let there be love