Prelude (op. 28, No. 20) Lyrics - Roland Hanna

If you hear 

A song in blue 

Like a flower crying 

For the dew 

That was my heart serenading you 

My prelude to a kiss 

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 

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 could turn it to a symphony 

A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch 

Oh how my love song so gently cries 

For the tenderness within your eyes 

My love is a prelude that never dies 

A prelude to a kiss