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 stumblin'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 knew somehow this had to be.
The winds of March that made 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,a little corner table
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you.
The park at evening when the bell has sounded
The pier in France with all the gulls around it
The beauty that is spring
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 sight of midnight trains at empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations
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 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 smoldering 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