ELLA
He was tall, very tall
And his eyes were clear and blue
He was slim, very slim
In his coat of snowy hue
When he walked across the ballroom floor
He was like a thing divine
And all the ladies turned their heads
And naturally I turned mine
The chandeliers were shooting stars;
The drums and horns and soft guitars
Were sounding more like nightingales;
The window curtains blew like sails;
And I was floating just above the floor
Feeling slightly taller than before
He was tall, very tall
And his eyes were clear and blue…