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 silnet heart
and taught it
how to sing
Yes true love's a many
splendored thing
Oh 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