These Foolish Things Songtext
von Helen Ward

A cigarette that bears a lipstick′s traces,
An airline ticket to romantic places,
A fairground's painted swing,
These foolish things remind me of you.
A tinkling piano in the next apartment,
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant,
Oh how the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of you. You came, you saw, you conquered me.
Oh, 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.