Quiet Room - Harry Belafonte

I have a quiet room

A room nobody can see

A secret place

That’s all my own

And only I have the key

The rest of my life

Has an open door

It’s features can all be known

But nobody knows

Of my quiet room

Where I live apart and alone

I have a quiet room

With dreams piled high on a shelf

And one long wall is a looking glass

For really seeing myself

Sometimes I sit in the lonely gloom

And I think how fine it would be

If you could come to my quiet room

And share its treasures with me

I have a quiet room

With dreams piled high on a shelf

And one long wall is a looking glass

For really seeing myself

Sometimes I sit in the lonely gloom

And I think how fine it would be

If you could come to my quiet room

And share its treasures with me