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 . . .

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