The world is lyrical
   Because a miracle
   Has brought my lover to me
   Though she's some other place, her face I see
   At night I creep in bed
   And never sleep in bed
   But look above in the air
   And to my greatest joy, my love is there
   She dances overhead
   On the ceiling near my bed
   In my sight
   All through the night
   I try to hide in vain
   Underneath my counterpane
   But there's my love
   Up there above
   I whisper, "Go away, my lover
   It's not fair"
   But I'm so grateful to discover
   That she's still there
   I love my ceiling more
   Since it is a dancing floor
   Just for my love