His ship comes shining All the diamonds in this world That mean anything to me Are conjured up by wind and sunlight Sparkling on the sea I ran aground in a harbor town Lost the taste for being free Thank God He sent some gull-chased ship To carry me to

Let there be birds to sing in the trees But first of all, please Let there be love Let there be you, let there be me Let there be oysters under the sea Let there be wind, occasional rain Chili con carne, and sparkling champagne Someone to bless me