Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing

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