(holt marvell, jack strachey, harry link)      A cigarette that bears a lipsticks 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 painted swing   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 make my heart a dancer   A telephone that rings, but who's to answer   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 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