A House Is Not a Home
Hal David & Burt Bacharach

A chair is still a chair 
e-ven when there's no one sit-ting there; 
But a chair is not a house, 
and a house is not a home 
when there's no one there to hold you tight, 
and no one there you can kiss good-night. 

A room is still a room 
e-ven when there's noth-ing there but gloom; 
But a room is not a house, 
and a house is not a home when the two of us are far a-part 
and one of us has a bro-ken heart. 

Now and then I call your name 
and sud-den-ly your face ap-pears; 
But it's just a cra-zy game 
when it ends it ends in tears. 

Dar-ling have a heart, 
don't let one mis-take keep us a-part. 
I'm not meant to live a-lone. 
Turn this house in-to a home. 
When I climb the stair and turn the key, 
Oh, please be there still in love with me.



Copyright © 1964 (Renewed 1992) by New Hidden Valley Music & Casa David