These Foolish Things

<br>(holt marvell, jack strachey, harry link)<br><br><br><br>A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces<br><br>An airline ticket to romantic places<br><br>And still my heart has wings<br><br>These foolish things remind me of you<br><br><br><br>A tinkling piano in the next apartment<br><br>Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant<br><br>A fairground painted swing<br><br>These foolish things remind me of you<br><br><br><br>You came, you saw, you conquered me<br><br>When you did that to me, I knew somehow this had to be<br><br>The winds of march that make my heart a dancer<br><br>A telephone that rings, but whos to answer<br><br>How the ghost of you clings<br><br>These foolish things remind me of you<br><br><br><br>How strange, how sweet, to find you still<br><br>These things are dear to me, they seem to bring you near to me<br><br>The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations,<br><br>Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations<br><br>Oh, how the ghost of you clings<br><br>These foolish things remind me of you