Love is a many splendored thing
It's the April rose that only
grows in the early spring
Love is nature's 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 many
splendored 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 many
splendored thing