These Foolish Things by The Nat King Cole Trio Lyrics
(Strachey/Marvell/ Link)
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's 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 fairground's 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 who's 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 spring's...
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
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's 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 fairground's 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 who's 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 spring's...
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