Prelude To A Kiss [Tk 3 - Mst] - Billie Holiday

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