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 give a reason to be living:

The golden crown that makes 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!