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 befall all I know
Is that the gift of love is the greatest gift of all
What a ball
That’s all