No Strings have perls 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 pursures 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 Shangrila Whatever fate may be fall all I know is the gift of love is the greatest gift of all.