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.