Americký zpěvák původem z Chicaga, vl. jm. Samuel Cook (nar. 1931). Jeho záběr sahal od gospelu, blues a soulu až po swing a rock´n´roll. Od 40. let zpíval gospely, nejprve se svými sourozenci ve sk. Singing Children, později ve sk. Highway...

Píseň: These Foolish Things

Interpret:
Sam Cooke
Album:
Mr. Soul
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


 let me tell you
 first daffodills and all excited cables
 and candlelights on little corner tables
 and still my heart has wings
 These foolish things
 Remind me of you


 The park at evening and scented roses
 and waiters whisling as the last bar closes
 the beauty that is spring springs


 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
 These foolish things
 Remind me of you