Oh, how my love song gently cries
If you hear a song that grows
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
My love is a prelude that never dies
With nothing fancy, nothing, nothing much
For the tenderness within your eyes
A Schubert tune with Gershwin touch
A prelude to a kiss
With nothing fancy, nothing much
That was my heart trying to compose
You could turn it to a symphony
From my tender sentimental woes
My prelude to a kiss
A Schubert tune with Gershwin touch
You could turn it to a symphony
Though it's just a simple melody
That was my heart serenading you
Though it's just a simple melody
