Prelude to a Kiss - Roberta Flack

If you hear

My song in blue

Like a flower crying

For the dew

That’s just my heart serenading you

A prelude to a kiss

And 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

And 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 can turn it to a symphony

It’s a Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch

Oh how my love song gently cries

For the tenderness within your eyes

And my love is a prelude that never dies

A prelude to a kiss