Let There Be Love

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