Duke ellington / irving gordon / irving mills



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

Though it's just a simple melody with nothing fancy, nothing much

You could turn it to a simphony a schubert 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.