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