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These Foolish Things

Chet Baker2020年12月26日

These Foolish Things 歌詞

 

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