Lyrics These Foolish Things - Rerecorded - Vic Damone

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 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, 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

(Instrumental)

The scent of smold'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