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 always bring you near to me
The scent of smould'ring leaves, the wail of steamers Two lovers on the street, they walk like dreamers Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things remind me of youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
