Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
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