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 believing
The golden crown that makes a man a king
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist to lovers kissed
And the world stood still
Than your fingers touched my silent heart and taught heart to sing
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist to lovers kissed
And the world stood still
Than your fingers touched my silent heart and taught heart to sing
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing
