| Lyrics: | 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 knew somehow this had to
be.
The winds of march that made my heart a dancer,
A telephone that
rings,
And whos to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings...
These foolish things
remind me of you.
The first daffodil and long excited cables,
And candle lights on
little corner tables,
And still my heart has wings...
These foolish things remind me of
you.
The park at evening when the bell has sounded,
The ile-de-france with all the
gulls around it,
The beauty that is springs...
These foolish things remind me of
you.
How strange, how sweet
To find you still,
These things are dear to
me,
They seem to bring you near to me.
The sigh of midnight trains in empty
stations,
Silk stockings tossed aside, dance invitations.
Oh, how the ghost of you
clings!
These foolish things remind me of you...
These foolish things remind me of
you. |
