These foolish things

Jean Sablon

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 made my heart a dancer,
A telephone that rings,
And who’s to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you.

The first daffodil 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 tossed aside, dance invitations.
Oh, how the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of you

Soft karaoke
Words
"THESE FOOLISH THINGS"
Orchestration & midi prep by
MEL WEBB
Bass / Acoustic bass
Piano / Rhodes electric
Melody / Rhodes electric
Solo / Jazz guitar
Strings / Slow strings
Guitar / Nylon string
Drums / Traps
All instr/Roland Sound Canvas
Freely distrib. / GMidi type1
DO NOT attempt to sell this
copyright tune
email:melvinwebb@earthlink.net
Run time 4:47 / Ez listening
FEB 24  / 98