Harry Belafonte
Quiet Room
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 it’s treasures with me