Loooove

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 Kiii-iiing

Ooonce

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 siiing

yes, true love's

a many splendored thing

Ah aaah ah ah ah AAAAh

Then your fingers touched

my silent Heart and

taught it, how to siiing

yes, true love's

a many splendored thing

Ah aaah ah ah ah AAAAh

True love's

a many splendored thing

Ah aaah ah ah ah UUUUh