If you hear a song in blue like a flower crying for the dew,
That was my heart ser - e - na - ding you,
My prelude to a kiss.
If you hear a song that grows from my tender sentimental woes
That was my heart trying to com - pose
A prelude to a kiss.
Though it's just a sim - ple mel - o - dy
With noth - ing fan - cy, noth - ing much,
You could turn it to a sym - pho - ny,
A Shu - bert tune with a Ger - shwin touch.
Oh, how my love song gen -tly cries for the tenderness within your eyes;
My love is a pre - lude that nev - er dies,
A prelude to a kiss.