Julie London
Let There Be Love
Let there be you, let there be me
Let there be oysters under the sea
Let there be wind, an occasional rain
Chile con carne, sparkling champagne
Let there be birds to sing in the trees
Someone to bless me whenever I sneeze
Let there be cuckoos, a lark, and a dove
But first of all, please, let there be love
Let there be you, let there be me
Oysters under the sea
Let there be wind, an occasional rain
Chile con carne, sparkling champagne
Let there be birds to sing in the trees
Someone to bless me whenever I sneeze
Let there be cuckoos, a lark, and a dove
But first of all, please, let there be love
Let there be love
Let there be love
Let there be love