Quiet Room
Fran Minkoff, Fred Hellerman
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