ella fitzgerald
the world is lyrical
because a miracle
has brought my lover to me
though she's some other place
her face i see
at night i creep in bed
and never sleep in bed
but look above in the air
and to my greatest joy
my love is there
she dances overhead
on the ceiling near my bed
in my sight
all through the night
i try to hide in vain
underneath my counterpane
but there's my love
up there above
i whisper
go away