(Intro Verse:)
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.

(Melody:)
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.