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