Текст песни
You could turn it to a symphony, nothing much
For the tenderness within your eyes, my love is a prelude that never dies, a prelude to a kiss
A prelude to a kiss, a prelude to a kiss, if you hear a song in blue
You could turn it to a symphony, how my love song gently cries
you could turn it to a symphony
My love is a prelude that never dies, from my tender sentimental woes
a shubert tune with a gershwin touch
A prelude to a kiss, like a flower crying for the dew, how my love song gently cries
nothing much
Nothing much, with nothing fancy
a prelude to a kiss
How my love song so gently cries, a prelude to a kiss
my love is a prelude that never dies
For the tenderness within your eyes, that was my heart trying to compose, for the tenderness within your eyes
For the tenderness within your eyes, for the tenderness within your eyes, nothing much
How my love song gently cries, for the tenderness within your eyes, how my love song gently cries
A prelude to a kiss, from my tender sentimental woes Rich, nothing much
If you hear a song in blue, nothing much, a shubert tune with a gershwin touch
a prelude to a kiss
my love is a prelude that never dies
With nothing fancy, a prelude to a kiss, a prelude to a kiss
a prelude to a kiss
A prelude to a kiss, a shubert tune with a gershwin touch
If you hear a song that grows, a prelude to a kiss