These Foolish Things

Oh will you never let me be

Oh will you never set me free

The ties that bound us

Are still around us

There's no escape that I can see

And still those little things remain

That bring me happiness or pain

A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces

An airline ticket to romantic places

And still my heart has wings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment

Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant

A fairgrounds painted swings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

You came

You saw

You conquered me

When you did that to me I somehow knew that this had to be

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer

A telephone that rings but who's to answer

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

Gardenia perfume lingering on a pillow

Wild strawberries only 7 francs a kilo

And still my heart has wings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

I know

That this

Was bound to be

These things have haunted me for you=B9ve entirely enchanted me

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations

Silk stockings thrown aside and sin-vitations

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses

The waiters whistling as the last bar closes

The song that Crosby sings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

How strange

How sweet

To find you still

These things are dear to me that seem to bring you so near to me

The scent of smoking leaves the wail of steamers

Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

Just you