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 a 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