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…