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