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



Once high on a 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