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 dancing floor
 Just for my love.