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 many things.

Of floating solitary kings

of pawns and people

with blue sequins in their hair

the jester 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

Oh Mr. Chess

My 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

I would dream you things so fair

i'll sing you castles in the air

and i would sleep too

i would sleep too

i will rest

Oh Mr. Chess

My Mr. Chess