Текст песни
you could turn it to a symphony
a prelude to a kiss
for the tenderness within your eyes
From my tender sentimental woes, with nothing fancy, though it s just a simple melody
A prelude to a kiss, how my love song so gently cries, my love is a prelude that never dies
Nothing much, for the tenderness within your eyes, with nothing fancy
my love is a prelude that never dies
If you hear a song in blue, you could turn it to a symphony
my love is a prelude that never dies
You could turn it to a symphony, my love is a prelude that never dies, for the tenderness within your eyes
my prelude to a kiss
If you hear a song that grows, a shubert tune with a gershwin touch
if you hear a song that grows
nothing much
Nothing much, a prelude to a kiss, you could turn it to a symphony
A shubert tune with a gershwin touch, my love is a prelude that never dies
You could turn it to a symphony, my love is a prelude that never dies Prelude, from my tender sentimental woes
My prelude to a kiss, with nothing fancy, with nothing fancy
You could turn it to a symphony, if you hear a song in blue
Though it s just a simple melody, for the tenderness within your eyes
nothing much
If you hear a song in blue, nothing much
from my tender sentimental woes
Though it s just a simple melody, that was my heart trying to compose, my prelude to a kiss
from my tender sentimental woes
A prelude to a kiss, a prelude to a kiss, a shubert tune with a gershwin touch
How my love song so gently cries, with nothing fancy Kiss, my love is a prelude that never dies
a prelude to a kiss
A shubert tune with a gershwin touch, nothing much
A prelude to a kiss, that was my heart serenading you To, a shubert tune with a gershwin touch
with nothing fancy