Although it may seem a bit dark and gray
I truly don’t want them to go away!
The famous flute players apparitions
Are the ghosts of great musicians
Some are still alive, some have passed away
A different one visits me at the end of every day
They put me to bed every single night
And I fall asleep listening to their tunes of delight!
They play me songs with their famous flute
With overtones of jazz and blues.
So I have to tell you…
There are famous flute players in my bed!
I swear I see them
It’s not all in my head!
Last night I was with Jethro Tull
He polished notes and played for me
“Forever in love” nurtured me into sleep
And the next night I was visited by James Galway!
He produced his famous flute without holding back
As I listened attentively to every track
He was in my bed! He sat next to me!
And I was the happiest I could ever be
Some thing happened and life was getting harder
I felt so empty and like such a martyr
During that night of shadows everything got darker
But then I got the visit of Jean-Pierre Rampal!
He played jazz for me with style and class
As if his soul was an extension of the shiny flute
And you won’t believe who’s here with me tonight
If it isn’t the one and only Mr. Emmanuel Pahud!
I’m so lucky to have all these stars in my bed
And it’s not in my head! They’re here in my bed!
Yeah, some of them are dead…
But if you could get in my head
You’d see them
And believe what I said.
