Writers howard dietz, arthur schwartz
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 laughed, eyes that shine.
Haunted heart won't let me be, dreams repeat a sweet but lonely song to me.
Dreams are just, it's you who must belong to me, and thrill my haunted heart,
Be still, my haunted heart.