A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic placesAnd still my heart has wingsThese foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartmentThose stumbling words that told you what my heart meantA fair ground's painted swingsThese foolish things remind me of you
You came, you saw and you conquered meWhen you did that to meI knew somehow this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancerA telephone that rings, but who's to answer?Oh, how the ghost of you clingsThese foolish things remind me of you
The scent of smoldering leaves, the wail of steamersTwo lovers on the street who walk like dreamersOh, how the ghost of you clingsThese foolish things remind me of you
How strange how sweet to find you stillThese things are dear to meThey seem to bring you so near to me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stationsSilk stockings thrown aside, dance invitationsOh, how the ghost of you clingsThese foolish things remind me of youRemind me of youRemind me of you
Songwriters: Harry Link / Holt Marvell / Jack Strachey
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