The Gift! (Recado Bossa Nova)

Eydie Gormé - The Gift (Recado Bossa Nova) (1963)

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

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