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