Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Foolish Things (1947), artist - Don Byas. Album song 66 Jazz Classics, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Record label: Ubiquitous
Song language: English
These Foolish Things (1947) |
| Paroles de la chanson These Foolish Things: |
| A cigarette that bares 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 sigh 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 |