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These Foolish Things Lyrics - Hampton Hawes Trio, Vol. 1 - Hampton Hawes

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 

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