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

But still those little things remain

That bring me happiness or pain

First daffodils

And long excited cables

And candle lights on little corner table

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's painted swings

These foolish things remind me of you

You came you saw you conquered me

When you did that to me

I somehow knew that this had to be

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations

Do loves on the street dance invitations

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you

Gardenia perfume

Lingering on a pillow

Wild strawberries

Only seven francs a kilo

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

That seem to bring you so near to me

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