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