Josh Groban Story Of Chess
Freddie:
Each game of chess means there's one less
Variation left to be played
Each day got through means one or two
Less mistakes remain to be made
Cast:
Not much is known
Of early days of chess beyond a fairly vague report
That fifteen hundred years ago two princes fought
Though brothers, for a Hindu throne
Svetlana:
Their mother cried
For no-one really likes their offspring fighting to the death
She begged them stop the slaughter with her every breath
But sure enough one brother died
Cast:
Sad beyond belief
She told her winning son
Svetlana:
You have caused such grief
I can't forgive this evil thing you've done
Freddie:
He tried to explain
How things had really been
But he tried in vain
No words of his could mollify the queen
Florence:
And so he asked the wisest men he knew
The way to lessen her distress
Freddie:
They told him he'd be pretty certain to impress
By using model soldiers on
A chequered board to show it was his brother's fault
All:
They thus invented chess
Freddie and Anatoly:
Chess displayed no inertia
Soon spread to Persia, then west
Florence and Svetlana:
Next the Arabs refined it,
Thus redesigned, it progressed
Anatoly:
Still further yet
And when Constantinople fell in 1453
One would have noticed every other refugee
Included in his bags a set
Svetlana:
Once in the hands
And in the minds of leading figures of the Renaissance
Freddie:
The spirit and the speed of chess made swift advance
Through all of Europe's vital lands
Cast:
Where we must record
The game was further changed
Right across the board
The western touch upon the pieces ranged
King and queen and rook
And bishop, knight and pawn
All took on the look
We know today, the modern game was born
Freddie:
And in the end
We see a game that started by mistake in Hindustan
And boosted in the main by what is now Iran
Become the simplest and most obligating pleasure
Yet defies what just the kind of mind who would appreciate
This well researched and fascinating yarn
