PRELUDE TO A KISS



If you hear a song in blue

Like a flower crying for the dew,

That was my heart serenading you,

My prelude to a kiss.



If you hear a song that grows

From my tender sentimental woes,

That was my heart trying to compose

A prelude to a kiss.



Bridge:

Though it's just a simple melody

With nothing fancy nothing much,

You could turn it to a symphony

A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch.



Oh how my love song gently cries

For the tenderness within your eyes;

My love is a prelude that never dies,

A prelude to a kiss.



Bridge:

Though it's just a simple melody

With nothing fancy nothing much,

You could turn it to a symphony

A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch.



Oh how my love song so gently cries

For the tenderness within your eyes;

My love is a prelude that never dies,

A prelude to a kiss.