[00:01.08]A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces
[00:04.80]An airline ticket to romantic places
[00:13.44]And still my heart has wings...
[00:18.51]These foolish things remind me of you
[00:28.77]A tinkling piano in the next apartment
[00:34.86]Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
[00:41.34]A fairgrounds painted swings...
[00:45.39]These foolish things remind me of you
[00:49.68]You came, you saw
[00:49.95]You conquered me
[01:06.39]When you did that to me
[01:11.07]I knew somehow this had to be
[01:18.45]The winds of march that made my heart a dancer
[01:24.81]A telephone that rings
[01:27.69]And who's to answer?
[01:30.93]Oh, how the ghost of you clings...
[01:35.67]These foolish things remind me of you
[01:42.90]The first daffodil and long excited cables
[01:49.53]And candle lights on little corner tables
[01:55.71]And still my heart has wings...
[02:00.00]These foolish things remind me of you
[02:08.22]The park at evening when the bell has sounded
[02:14.46]The ile-de-france with all the gulls around it
[02:20.70]The beauty that is springs...
[02:24.51]These foolish things remind me of you
[02:32.79]How strange, how sweet
[02:39.60]To find you still
[02:45.00]These things are dear to me
[02:50.07]They seem to bring you near to me
[02:57.24]The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
[03:03.30]Silk stockings tossed aside, dance invitations
[03:09.54]Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
[03:14.88]These foolish things remind me of you...
[03:20.25]These foolish things remind me of you

A cigarette that bears a lipsticks 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 fairgrounds painted swings...
These foolish things remind me of you
You came, you saw
You conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of march that made my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings
And who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings...
These foolish things remind me of you
The first daffodil 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 springs...
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 tossed aside, dance invitations
Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of you...
These foolish things remind me of you