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