Dancing on the Ceiling - Ella Fitzgerald

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 boy is there

It his 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 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

Just for my love