So good to meet you, Mr. Chess I've always heard that you're the best At housing knights and castles high up in the air so I beseech you, Mr. Chess To let me sleep inside your bed And would you sleep too, would you sleep too in the chair?
You see, I dream of may things Of floating, solitary kings Of pawns and people with blue sequins through their hair
The jesters sings, the bishop brings The queen a hollow following And all the pawns and people stop and people stare
So, I too stop At three o'clock I stumble to your door And knock
And ask to see you, ask to be you, Mr. Chess O, Mr. Chess Now, I beseech you, Mr. Chess To let me sleep, to let me rest To let me dream, to let me sing without a care
And I will dream you things so fair I'll sing you castles in the air And I will sleep too I will sleep too I will rest O Mr. Chess, my Mr. Chess
