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