(Holt Marvell, Jack Strachey, Harry Link) 
A cigarette that bears a lipsticks 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 
How the ghost of you clings 
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