Love Is a Many Splendored Thing

Love Is A Many Splendored Thing 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 silent 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.