(Richard RodgersLorentz Hart)



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



In my sight

All through the night



There's my love up above



I whisper

Go away, my lover, it ain't 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