| Song | These Foolish Things |
| Artist | Ella Fitzgerald |
| Artist | Herb Ellis |
| Artist | Louie Bellson |
| Artist | Oscar Peterson |
| Artist | Ray Brown |
| Album | Ella Fitzgerald And Friends For Lovers |
| Download | 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 |