Speaking in whispers, don't nobody cares
Up to the room at the top of the stairs
Where we can hide from the world outside
It's a secret that nobody shares
By building ways with the snow on the ground
It's like the Christmas card all the year round
Up in my room,
not to sight,
not to sound And if ever you want me,
you know that's where I'm to be found
I live in a wonderful world of my
daydreaming You wouldn't believe it was real
Look closer and closer at me,
but you won't see me If you want to though,
you'll just
have to go Up to the room at the top of the stairs
Pass through the hall with the two queen and chairs
And there's a Chinaman selling his wares
To a Caesar who sits there and stares
And you'll ask clocks with their backs
to the wall If you could count them,
they're thirteen in all
And when they chime,
you'll be told,
don't know where's part It's dark in the
gloom of the room at the top of the stairs
I live in a wonderful world of my
daydreaming You wouldn't believe it was real
Look closer and closer at me,
but you won't see me
If you want to though, you'll just have to go
Up to the room at the top of the stairs
Counting the clocks and the two queen and chairs
And when they chime,
you'll be told,
don't know where's part It's dark in the
gloom of the room at the top of the stairs