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;
There뭩 my love up above.
I whisper 밽o away my lover
It뭩 not fair,?br> But I뭢 grateful to discover
He뭩 still there.
I love my ceiling more
Since it is a daning floor
Just for my love.