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 fair ground's painted swings
 These foolish things remind me of you
 You came you saw you conquer'd 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
 First daffodils 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 thrown aside dance invitations
 Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
 These foolish things remind me of you
 Gardenia perfume ling'ring on a pillow
 Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo
 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
 They seem to bring you near to me
 The scent of smould'ring 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