Listen to These Foolish Things song with lyrics from Ella Fitzgerald

These Foolish Things

Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong3 Oct 2013

These Foolish Things Lyrics

These Foolish Things (这些傻事) - Ella Fitzgerald/Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特朗)

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 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

 

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