Dancing On The Ceiling

Jack Hylton



He dances overhead

On the ceiling, near my bed,

In my sight, through the night.

I try to hide in vain

Underneath my counter pane;

There's my love up above.

I whisper "go away my lover

It's not fair,"

But I'm grateful to discover

He's still there.

I love my ceiling more

Since it is a daning floor

Just for my love.



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