Lyrics:Eric Maschwitz Music:Jack Strachey ,Harry Link
The song was publishe 1935.
It's a great song. You need some courage to sing the song. It is contented with much sadness for missing a lover who has left.
Billie Holiday's rendering of the song with Teddy Wilson's orchestra was a favourite of Philip Larkin's, who said of it: "I have always thought the words were a little pseudo-poetic, but Billie sings them with such passionate conviction that I think they really become poetry."
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
The smile of Turner 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