In the night,
though we're apart
there's a ghost of you
within my haunted heart..
Ghost of you,
my last romance,
lips that laughed,
eyes that danced..
Haunted heart
won't let me be
dreams repeat a sweet
but lonely song to me..
Dreams are dust,
it's you who must
belong to me..
and thrill my haunted heart..
Be still, my haunted heart..
< instrumental break >.
Dreams are dust,
it's you who must
belong to me..
and thrill my haunted heart..
Be still, my haunted heart..
~ from the musical production "Inside U. S. A. "
Music by Arthur Schwartz
with lyrics by Howard Dietz, 1948