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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 faded swings
These foolish things remind me of you
You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow that 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
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
- Album:
- Happy Session
- Sound Of Music
- Miscellaneous
- Swing Is the Thing
- Benny Goodman And His Great Vocalists
- Sing, Sing, Sing
- Die Legenden des Jazz - Benny Goodman
- The Centennial Collection
- King Of Swing
- The King of Swing
- Compact Jazz: Benny Goodman
- The Birth Of Swing
- The Best Of Swing
- The Jazz Years - The Thirties
- Capitol Sings Johnny Mercer: “Too Marvellous For Words”
- Massive Hits!: Jazz
- It Had To Be You
- The Essential Benny Goodman
- The Real Benny Goodman
- Best Jazz 100