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
