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.