The House Is Haunted 1935 Vs2

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 12 Mar 2013
2013

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
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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The House Is Haunted 1935 Vs2
Music by Basil G.Adlam
Lyrics by Billy Rose
© 1935 by Donaldson, Douglas & Gumble Inc.  N.Y.City
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from The Ziegfeld Follies
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 12 March 2013 at 14.59
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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