These Foolish Things

Oh will you never let me be?
 Oh will you never set me free?
 The ties that bound us are still around us
 There's no escape that I can see
 And still those little things remain
 That bring me happiness or pain
 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 somehow knew that 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
 Gardenia perfume lingering on a pillow
 Wild strawberries only seven francs a kilo
 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
 These foolish things
 Remind me of you
 I know that this was bound to be
 These things have haunted me
 For you've entirely enchanted 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
 First daffodils and long excited cables
 And candlelight on little corner tables
 And still my heart has wings
 These foolish things
 Remind me of you
 The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses
 The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
 The song that Crosby sings
 These foolish things
 Remind me of you
 How strange, how sweet to find you still
 These things are dear to me
 That seem to bring you so near to me
 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, just you