No strings of 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 the gift of love is the greatest gift of all.