THESE FOOLISH THINGS

A   cigaret  te that bears a lips  tick's traces

  an airline tick  et to romanti  c places             

A  nd still my he  art has wings   these

foolish   things remind   me of you                

A   tinkling pia  no in the next apa  rtment    

T  hose stumblin' wo  rds that told you wh  at my he  art meant

A fa  irground's p  ainted swi  ngs these

fo  olish things   remind   me of you                

Y  ou came   you saw   you c  onquered me    

W  hen y  ou did t  hat to m  e I knew   somehow   this had   to be  

T  he winds of Ma  rch that make my he  art a d  ancer a telephone that r  ings but who's to   answer             

O  h how the   ghost of you c  lings these

f  oolish thing  s remind   me o  f you                    

T  he scent of smouldering   leaves the wail of s  teamers         

T  wo lovers on the street   who walk like dream  ers   

O  h how the g  host of you cl  ings these

foo  lish things   remind me   of you                            

H  ow strange      how sw  eet      to find you s  till

T  hese th  ings are d  ear to m  e they seem   to bri  ng so you ne  ar to me  

T  he sigh of m  idnight trains in   empty st  ations

silk stockin  gs thrown aside dance i  nvitations         

O  h how the   ghost of you c  lings these

f  oolish thing  s remind   me of you

R  emind   me of yo  u    r  emind   me   of you        rem  ind m  e of   you