歌曲 | These Foolish Things |
歌手 | Ella Fitzgerald |
专辑 | Newport Jazz Festival: Live at Carnegie Hall |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Holt Marvell Music:Jack Strachey/Harry Link | |
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 stumblin' 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 | |
The scent of smouldering 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 | |
How strange, how sweet, to find you still | |
These things are dear to me | |
They seem to bring you so 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 | |
Remind me of you | |
Remind me of you |
Lyrics: Holt Marvell Music: Jack Strachey Harry Link | |
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 stumblin' 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 | |
The scent of smouldering 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 | |
How strange, how sweet, to find you still | |
These things are dear to me | |
They seem to bring you so 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 | |
Remind me of you | |
Remind me of you |
Lyrics: Holt Marvell Music: Jack Strachey Harry Link | |
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 stumblin' 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 | |
The scent of smouldering 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 | |
How strange, how sweet, to find you still | |
These things are dear to me | |
They seem to bring you so 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 | |
Remind me of you | |
Remind me of you |