The world is lyrical

Because a miracle

Has brought my lover to me

Though he's some other place, his 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

He dances overhead

On the ceiling near my bed

In my sight

Through the night

I try to hide in vain

Underneath my counterpane

But there's my love

Up above

I whisper, "Go away, my lover

It's not fair"

But I'm so grateful to discover

He's still there

I love my ceiling more

Since it is a dancing floor

Just for my love