In the beginning was a mighty bang, as the shockwaves spread and the heavens rang. From the start this world was violent, man asked why, but the sky was silent. God was moved, he made a choice, he said, let music be my voice. Let there be music, music will be. And you shall hear my story, you will glimpse my glory. And find a refuge from the trouble that you see. Let there be music, music will be. And if your burden grieves you, your baby ups and leaves you, I'll be a blues if you should choose to lean on me. He, he said, let there be music. And there was children, don't you cry because of me. He, he said, let there be music. And there was children, don't you cry because. There shall be music, music will be. And if Cupid's bow strikes you low, eight jewels and Jim, I wrote the hymn to ecstasy. He, he said, let there be music. And there was children, don't you cry because. I am always near you, so don't think I can't hear you. I am present, I am calling in the sound when rain is falling. I wear the thin disguise of a lover's sobs and sighs. Don't you know who I am? Who, who I am? Who, who I am? He, he said, let there be music. And there was children, don't you cry because. He, he said, let there be music. And there was children, don't you cry because. There shall be music, music will be. There shall be music, music will be.