(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz 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