Love is a
Manysjplendored Thing
It's the April rose
that only grows
in the early spring
Love is natures
way of giving
a reason to be living
The golden crown that
makes a man a king
Once on a high
and windy hill
in the morning mist
two lovers kissed and
the world stood still
Then your
fingers touched
my silent heart
and taught it
how to sing
Yes true love's
a manysplendored thing.
Once on a high
and windy hill
In the morning mist
two lovers kissed and
the world stood still
Then your
fingers touched
my silent heart and
taught it how to sing
Yes true love's
a manysplendored
thing.