Song Lyrics
The song that crosby sings, you conquered me, remind me of you
Remind me of you, dance invitations
These things are dear to me, the winds of march that made my heart a dancer
Lingering on a pillow, the sigh of midnight trains
Oh how the ghost of you clings, i knew somehow this had to be Foolish, you conquered me
These foolish things, a tinkling piano in the next apartment
And candle lights, remind me of you, who walk like dreamers
The smile of garbo, remind me of you, a cigarette that bares a lipstick s traces
and candle lights
lingering on a pillow
a fairground s painted swings
those stumblin words that told you what my heart meant
When you did that to me, the pier in france Things, these foolish things
wild strawberries
Remind me of you, remind me of you, and long excited cables
These foolish things, paroles de la chanson these foolish things
The pier in france, a telephone that rings but who s to answer, remind me of you
oh how the ghost of you clings
Remind me of you, these foolish things remind me of you Chet, you conquered me
and still my heart has wings
the smile of garbo
These things are dear to me, remind me of you
And still my heart has wings, these foolish things, first daffodils
The pier in france, silk stockings thrown aside
silk stockings thrown aside
as the last bar closes
remind me of you
The pier in france, remind me of you, the scent of smoldering leaves
at empty stations
First daffodils, remind me of you Baker, a tinkling piano in the next apartment
Remind me of you, and long excited cables These, these foolish things
these foolish things remind me of you
When the bell has sounded, these things are dear to me
Remind me of you, remind me of you, remind me of you
they seem to bring you near to me
Remind me of you, when the bell has sounded
And still my heart has wings, and the scent of roses These, gardenia perfume
They seem to bring you near to me, only seven francs a kilo Quartet, remind me of you
they seem to bring you near to me
These things are dear to me, and candle lights
two lovers on the street
The sigh of midnight trains, the winds of march that made my heart a dancer
Lingering on a pillow, the wail of steamers
Oh how the ghost of you clings, oh how the ghost of you clings Baker, these foolish things
oh how the ghost of you clings
The winds of march that made my heart a dancer, oh how the ghost of you clings