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. From: Lynncw@aol.com