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