[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jack Strachey
[00:00.81]Oh! Will you never let me be?
[00:01.44]Oh! Will you never set me free?
[00:02.43]The ties that bound us
[00:03.09]Are still around us
[00:03.48]There's no escape that I can see
[00:04.08]And still those little things remain
[00:04.95]That bring me happiness or pain
[00:05.61]A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
[00:07.86]An airline ticket to romantic places
[00:14.88]And still my heart has wings
[00:18.78]These foolish things remind me of you
[00:27.75]A tinkling piano in the next apartment
[00:34.20]Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
[00:41.58]A fair ground's painted swings
[00:46.44]These foolish things remind me of you
[01:02.13]You came you saw you conquer'd me
[01:10.23]When you did that to me
[01:15.54]I knew somehow this had to be
[01:22.29]The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
[01:29.04]A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
[01:34.77]Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
[01:38.91]These foolish things remind me of you
[01:39.63]First daffodils and long excited cables
[01:41.58]And candle lights on little corner tables
[01:42.75]And still my heart has wings
[01:43.65]These foolish things remind me of you
[01:45.87]The park at evening when the bell has sounded
[02:50.13]The \"Ile de France\" with all the gulls around it
[02:53.79]The beauty that is Spring's
[02:54.33]These foolish things remind me of you
[02:55.17]How strange how sweet to find you still
[02:55.95]These things are dear to me
[02:56.88]They seem to bring you near to me
[02:57.48]The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
[03:02.19]Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations
[03:04.38]Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
[03:04.92]These foolish things remind me of you
[03:05.64]Gardenia perfume ling'ring on a pillow
[03:06.51]Wild strawb'ries only seven francs a kilo
[03:08.82]And still my heart has wings
[03:10.44]These foolish things remind me of you
[03:12.39]The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses
[03:19.77]The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
[03:26.82]The song that Crosby sings
[03:30.78]These foolish things remind me of you
[03:33.42]How strange how sweet to find you still
[03:34.20]These things are dear to me
[03:36.45]They seem to bring you near to me
[03:37.44]The scent of smould'ring leaves, the wail of steamers
[03:39.06]Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
[03:54.00]Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
[03:54.54]These foolish things remind me of you

作曲 : Jack Strachey
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