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When the mandolin sang like a bird
On the wing in the hands of Bill Monroe
When Chet played guitar like a walk in the park
Like a prodigal son coming home

They spoke into being the work of their hands
From the void of the wire and the wood
And they stood on the stage and they sang
And they played and they said that it was good

They said, "Let there be light
Let there be love, let there be light
Let there be love, let there be music"

Now, Arron's a preacher and I play guitar
Jim, he can tune up your Ford
Dave is in law school for 800 years
For the sake of the sick and the poor

And the work of our hands is the salt of the Earth
The music we make is the light of the world
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine

And say, let there be light
Let there be love, let there be light
Let there be love, let there be music

When your spirit is hovering
Over the deep, in the image of God
Just look into that darkness and speak

And say, let there be light
Let there be love, let there be music

So let the mandolin play like a mother's embrace
Let the fiddle be warm as a smile
Let the guitar be bright as a friend at your side
When you're lost on a long lonely mile

Let the music be sweet as the washing of feet
And as gentle as a kiss
Oh, let the love that we feel be as light as a reel
And as real as the love we give

So let there be light
So, let there be love, let there be light
Let there be love, let there be music

And say, let there be light
Let there be love, let there be light
Let there be love, let there be music