These Foolish Things (Live at the Royal Albert Hall, 1974)

Oh will you never let me be?
Oh will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us
Are still around us
There's no escape that I can see

And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain

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 somehow knew that this had to be

Gardenia perfume ling'ring
On a pillow
Wild strawberries-only seven
Francs a kilo
And still, my heart has wings

These foolish things
Remind me of you

The park at evening
When the bell has sounded

The pier d'France
With all the gulls around it

The beauty that is spring

These foolish things
Remind me of you

I know, that this, was bound to be
These things have haunted me
For you've entirely enchanted me

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 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

The park at evening
When the bell has sounded
The pier d'France
With all the gulls around it
The beauty that is spring

These foolish things
Remind me of you

First daffodils
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 smile of Garbo
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

How strange, how sweet, to find you still
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring you so near to me

The scent of smould'ring 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
Just you