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John Owen-Jones
Leadgesang
Matthew Quinn
Begleitgesang
Freya Parry
Begleitgesang
Helena Cooke
Begleitgesang
Connor Campbell
Begleitgesang
Robert Folkes
Begleitgesang
Nick Kendall
Gitarre
Eve Heyde
Cello
Ben Robbins
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Stephen Schwartz
Komponist:in
Ben Robbins
Arrangeur:in
Eleanor Cozens
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ben Robbins
Produzent:in
Letras
In the beginning
In the beginning
God created the heaven and earth
Without form, void, darkness
And God said
Let there be
Light
I woke up from a curious dream
I dreamed a perfect garden
And there were whirling shapes
And swirling sounds
And I wasn’t lonely any more
I woke up from a wonderful dream
Woke full of energy and hunger
And now this hunger will be stilled
And my emptiness be filled
As I set about to build
My dream
Let there be, let there be morning
Let there be evening, day
Let there be
Let there be
Let there be
Waters, weathers, winters, wonders
Let there be
Land, and
Speeding comets with hearts of ice
Spinning planets with rings of fire
Cosmic sparks
And quasars and quarks
And suns convulsing
Pulsars pulsing
Let there be, let there be
Let there be, let there be
Whales, snails, sharks, larks,
Apple trees with dappled barks
And granite mountains and flaxen plains
Giant lizards with tiny brains
Fluorescent fish and crescent worms
And a billion bugs and a trillion germs
Let there be, let there be
Let there be, let there be
Let there be, let there be
Let there be, let there be
It’s not enough
It’s still not enough
There was something more in my dream
Something could see it and share it
What was it, though? I only know
I wasn’t lonely any more
There is one more thing to build
One more void that must be filled
I’ll make creatures I’ll call
Children
Shaped like me
Let there be, let there be
Someone, somewhere, small and skinny
Clawless, furless, finless, fangless
Let there be
Man, who can
Wander over my flaxen plains
Wonder up at my granite mountains
Count the stars
And wish for wings
And hold a tool
And think of things
And search for answers he cannot see
And dream of glory
And worship me
Let there be, let there be
Let there be
Let there be, let there be
Let there be
And the Father breathed into his children the breath of life
And the children became living souls
And the Father gave to His children a garden, and called the garden Eden
Let
There
Be
Let there be
Written by: Stephen Schwartz