Roberta Flack - Prelude to a Kiss

If you hear My song in blue Like a flower crying For the dew That's just my heart serenading you A prelude to a kiss And 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 symphony A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch Oh how my love song gently cries For the tenderness within your eyes And my love is a prelude that never dies A prelude to a kiss Though it's just a simple melody With nothing fancy Nothing much You can turn it to a symphony It's a Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch Oh how my love song gently cries For the tenderness within your eyes And my love is a prelude that never dies A prelude to a kiss