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