Song Lyrics
You could turn it to a symphony, a prelude to a kiss
That was my heart trying to compose, a prelude to a kiss
for the tenderness within your eyes
a shubert tune with a gershwin touch
if you hear a song that grows
Nothing much, my prelude to a kiss, if you hear a song in blue
If you hear a song in blue, how my love song gently cries Prelude, though it s just a simple melody
my love is a prelude that never dies
My love is a prelude that never dies, my love is a prelude that never dies
A shubert tune with a gershwin touch, you could turn it to a symphony
that was my heart trying to compose
Nothing much, with nothing fancy
Though it s just a simple melody, with nothing fancy Nancy, you could turn it to a symphony
For the tenderness within your eyes, from my tender sentimental woes
my prelude to a kiss
for the tenderness within your eyes
you could turn it to a symphony
my prelude to a kiss
A shubert tune with a gershwin touch, my prelude to a kiss
A prelude to a kiss, nothing much Prelude, if you hear a song in blue
With nothing fancy, for the tenderness within your eyes
A prelude to a kiss, if you hear a song in blue To, how my love song gently cries
Though it s just a simple melody, for the tenderness within your eyes
A prelude to a kiss, a shubert tune with a gershwin touch Wilson, you could turn it to a symphony
Nothing much, my love is a prelude that never dies To, a prelude to a kiss
though it s just a simple melody
A prelude to a kiss, a prelude to a kiss
A prelude to a kiss, from my tender sentimental woes, a prelude to a kiss
For the tenderness within your eyes, my love is a prelude that never dies Nancy, my prelude to a kiss
How my love song gently cries, like a flower crying for the dew, nothing much
a prelude to a kiss
you could turn it to a symphony
Though it s just a simple melody, for the tenderness within your eyes, that was my heart trying to compose
A prelude to a kiss, a shubert tune with a gershwin touch
Though it s just a simple melody, my prelude to a kiss
a prelude to a kiss
With nothing fancy, how my love song gently cries
With nothing fancy, if you hear a song that grows
Nothing much, how my love song gently cries
my prelude to a kiss
Like a flower crying for the dew, if you hear a song in blue, that was my heart trying to compose
If you hear a song in blue, how my love song so gently cries
With nothing fancy, how my love song so gently cries, for the tenderness within your eyes
that was my heart serenading you
That was my heart trying to compose, if you hear a song that grows
A shubert tune with a gershwin touch, with nothing fancy Kiss, a prelude to a kiss
How my love song so gently cries, a shubert tune with a gershwin touch, you could turn it to a symphony
you could turn it to a symphony
My prelude to a kiss, my prelude to a kiss Prelude, though it s just a simple melody
if you hear a song that grows
For the tenderness within your eyes, like a flower crying for the dew Prelude, how my love song so gently cries
My prelude to a kiss, for the tenderness within your eyes Kiss, that was my heart trying to compose
that was my heart serenading you
A shubert tune with a gershwin touch, though it s just a simple melody
