No strings of pearls in a velvet glove The thing I long for is a 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 Shangrila Whatever fate may befall, all I know is that the gift of love is the greatest gift of all. Instrumental dal $egno al fine (Coda:) What a ball... that's all!