Lyrics These Foolish Things (Live) - Lester Young
                                                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 
                                                fair 
                                                ground's 
                                                painted 
                                                swings
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                foolish 
                                                things 
                                                remind 
                                                me 
                                                of 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                came 
                                                you 
                                                saw 
                                                you 
                                                conquer'd 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                First 
                                                daffodils 
                                                and 
                                                long 
                                                excited 
                                                cables
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                candle 
                                                lights 
                                                on 
                                                little 
                                                corner 
                                                tables
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                still 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                has 
                                                wings
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                foolish 
                                                things 
                                                remind 
                                                me 
                                                of 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                park 
                                                at 
                                                evening 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                bell 
                                                has 
                                                sounded
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                "Ile 
                                                de 
                                                France" 
                                                with 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                gulls 
                                                around 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                beauty 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                Spring's
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                in 
                                                empty 
                                                stations
 
                                    
                                
                                                Silk 
                                                stockings 
                                                thrown 
                                                aside 
                                                dance 
                                                invitations
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                ghost 
                                                of 
                                                you 
                                                clings!
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                foolish 
                                                things 
                                                remind 
                                                me 
                                                of 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gardenia 
                                                perfume 
                                                ling'ring 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                pillow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wild 
                                                strawb'ries 
                                                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 
                                                smould'ring 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 I Got Rhythm (Live)
2 I'm Fer It Too (Live)
3 Hello Babe (Live)
4 Linger a While (Live)
5 Just You Just Me (Live)
6 I Never Know (Live)
7 Afternoon of a Basie-Ite (Live)
8 Sometimes I'm Happy (Live)
9 After Theatre Jump (Live)
10 Six Cats and a Prince (Live)
11 Lester Leaps Again (Live)
12 Destination K.C (Live)
13 These Foolish Things (Live)
14 Exercise In Swing (Live)
15 Salute to Fats (Live)
16 Basie English (Live)
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