The world is lyrical
Because some 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 boy is there
It is my prince who walks
Into my dreams and talks
He dances overhead
On the ceiling near my bed
In my sight through the night
I try to hide in vain
Underneath my counterpane
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
I love my ceiling more
Since it is a dancing floor
Just for my love