Haunted Heart
ARTHUR SCHWARTZ, HOWARD DIETZ
In the night, though we're apart,
There's a ghost of you,
Within' my haunted heart,
Ghost of you, my lost romance,
Lips that laugh, eyes that dance.
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.
