Mel Torm — 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 memories 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 favourite song The place is cluttered up With memories that have lived too long, much too long The ceiling is white but thе shadows are black The ghost in my heart says, shе'll never come back The house is haunted By the echo of your last goodbye I'll never forget you I'll never forget you The house is haunted By the echo of your last goodbye