[00:00.000] 作词 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell
[00:00.000]Lyrics：Holt Marvell Music：Jack Strachey/Harry Link
[00:41.070]A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
[00:50.190]An airline ticket to romantic places
[00:58.800]And still my heart has wings
[01:04.500]These foolish things remind me of you
[01:15.900]A tinkling piano in the next apartment
[01:24.420]Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant
[01:33.210]A fairground's painted swings
[01:38.370]These foolish things remind me of you
[01:49.740]You came, you saw, you conquered me
[02:06.270]When you did that to me
[02:13.470]I knew somehow this had to be
[02:22.620]The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
[02:31.290]A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
[02:39.960]Oh, how the ghost of you clings
[02:45.210]These foolish things remind me of you
[02:57.300]The scent of smouldering leaves the wail of steamers
[03:23.460]Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
[03:38.730]Oh how the ghost of you clings
[03:50.370]These foolish things
[03:54.030]Remind me of you
[04:00.930]How strange, how sweet, to find you still
[04:17.250]These things are dear to me
[04:24.120]They seem to bring you so near to me
[04:33.840]The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
[04:41.190]Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations
[04:49.800]Oh how the ghost of you clings
[04:54.840]These foolish things
[04:58.860]Remind me of you
[05:31.440]Remind me of you
[06:29.520]Remind me of you

作词 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell
作曲 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell
Lyrics：Holt Marvell Music：Jack Strachey/Harry Link
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 stumblin' 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 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
The scent of smouldering 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
How strange, how sweet, to find you still
These things are dear to me
They seem to bring you so 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
Remind me of you
Remind me of you