Ooh, 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 And if you hear a song that rose 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 symphony A silver 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 Nothing fancy, nothing much You could turn it to a symphony A silver 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 A prelude to a kiss