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

At empty stations

Silk stockings thrown aside

Dance invitations

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

Gardenia perfume

Lingering on a pillow

Wild strawberries

Only seven francs a kilo

And still my heart has wings,

These foolish things,

Remind me of you