These Foolish Things
(Jack Strachey, Holt Marvell)
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 stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings...
These foolish things remind me of you
You came, you saw
And you conquered
me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow 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
The scent of smouldering
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
How strange, how
sweet
To find you
still
These things are dear to me
They seem to bring you so near to me...
The sigh of midnight
trains in empty stations,
Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations,
Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of you