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
