A cig-ar-ette that bears those lip-stick
tra-ces
An air-line tick-et to roman-tic pla-ces
And still my heart has wings
These fool-ish things re-mind me of you
A tink-ling pia-no in the next ap-art-ment
Those stumb-ling words that told you what my
heart meant
A fair-grounds paint-ed swings
These fool-ish things re-mind me of you
You came, you saw, you conqu-ered me
When you did that to me
I knew some-how this had to be
The wind of March that makes my heart a danc-er
A tel-e-phone that rings but whos to ans-wer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These fool-ish things re-mind me of you
Simple Tin Whistle Tabs