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
though it's just a simple melody with nothing fancy, nothing much
you could turn it to a simphony a schubert 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.