Standard (EADGBE)

 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 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