The House Is Haunted 1934

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 29 June 2002

Lights are soft and low tonight,
Summer breezes blow tonight,
and to think that we're apart.
Knowing you refuse to love
someone that you used to love,
there's a chill within my heart.
I hate to be alone,
when evening falls,
I'm so afraid
of all these empty halls, doors and walls.

The house is haunted
by the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted
by the mem'ries that refuse to die.
I can't get away from a vision
that brings intimate glimpses
of intimate things,
a voice in my heart
like a torch singer sings
"I wonder who's kissing her now?"
The house is haunted
by the echo of your fav'rite song,
The place is cluttered up
with roses that have lived too long,
much too long.
The ceiling is white,
but the shadows are black,
a ghost in my heart says:
"She'll never come back!"
The house is haunted
by the echo of your last goodbye.

The house is haunted
by the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted
by the mem'ries that refuse to die.
I can't get away from a vision
that brings intimate glimpses
of intimate things,
a voice in my heart
like a torch singer sings
"I wonder who's kissing her now?"
The house is haunted
by the echo of your fav'rite song,
The place is cluttered up
with roses that have lived too long,
much too long.
The ceiling is white,
but the shadows are black,
a ghost in my heart says:
"She'll never come back!"
The house is haunted
by the echo of your last goodbye.

In the sunshine or the gloom
ev'ry nook in ev'ry room
seems to speak of you to me.
Makes me realise anew
all I've lost in losing you
when I had to set you free.
There is no peace which ever way I take,
there's no release, for bonds
which love will make never break!

The house is haunted
by the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted
by the mem'ries that refuse to die.
I can't get away from a vision
that brings intimate glimpses
of intimate things,
a voice in my heart
like a torch singer sings
"I wonder who's kissing her now?"
The house is haunted
by the echo of your fav'rite song,
The place is cluttered up
with roses that have lived too long,
much too long.
The ceiling is white,
but the shadows are black,
a ghost in my heart says:
"She'll never come back!"
The house is haunted
by the echo of your last goodbye.

The house is haunted
by the echo of your last goodbye
The house is haunted
by the mem'ries that refuse to die.
I can't get away from a vision
that brings intimate glimpses
of intimate things,
a voice in my heart
like a torch singer sings
"I wonder who's kissing her now?"
The house is haunted
by the echo of your fav'rite song,
The place is cluttered up
with roses that have lived too long,
much too long.
The ceiling is white,
but the shadows are black,
a ghost in my heart says:
"She'll never come back!"
The house is haunted
by the echo of your last goodbye.

Soft karaoke
Words
str 25
str 50
str 110
fr hrn 60
brass 75
flute
celeste
bassoon
pizz str
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The House Is Haunted 1934
Music by Basil G. Adlam
Lyrics by Billy Rose
add. lyrics by Charles Wilmott
sequence and karoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Saturday 29 June 2002 at 23.05
in association with Doug Grierson
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