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 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 somehow knew that

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

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

I know

that this

was bound to be

These things have

haunted me

for you've entirely

enchanted me

The sigh of

midnight trains in

empty stations

Silk stockings

thrown aside

dance invitations

Oh how the ghost

of you clings

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

that seem to bring you

so near to me

The scent of

smouldering 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

just you