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 
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.