歌詞

One two three, the chapter turned

And opened on a ball

The heroine descends the stairs

In paper and in ink

And here in my small lamplit room

I sway before I think

The armchair is a ballroom box

The teacup is my partner

Waltz inside the story now

The band is made of words

He turns my mourning into dancing

Lighter than the birds

The lamb, caught up in chapter's mood

Performs a woolly spin

It bows to its own shadow and

The shadow bows to him

The lamplight is a chandelier

If you half-close your eyes

Waltz inside the story now

The band is made of words

He turns my mourning into dancing

Lighter than the birds

A good book lends you all its rooms

Its gardens and its dances

And readers in their stillest chairs

Still get to take their chances

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Waltz inside the story now

The band is made of words

He turns my mourning into dancing

Lighter than the birds

Waltz inside the story now

The band is made of words

He turns my mourning into dancing

Lighter than the birds

One two three, the chapter waltzed

And I waltzed quietly too