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.