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