These Foolish Things-Connie Francis

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