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 gen -tly cries for the tenderness within your eyes; My love is a prelude that never dies, A prelude to a kiss.