Connie Francis - These Foolish Things lyrics

(Jack Strachey - Harry Link - Holt Marvell)

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 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 it 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.

How strange how sweet to find you still

These things are dear to me they seem to bring you near to me.

The sand the small green leaves the wail of steamers

Two lovers on the street walk like dreamers

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you...