No strings have pearls in a velvet glove The thing I long for is the gift of love No ring of gold but a dream to unfold When all the stars have flown and we're alone The gift of love is a precious thing A touch of magic on a day in spring The golden dream every dreamer pursues Remember darling never refuse the gift of love
For love can be a melody that lingers Or slip like April wine right through your fingers
So kiss me sweet till our secret star Illuminates the way to Shangri-La Whatever fate may be fall all I know Is that the gift of love is the great gift of all
