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
A 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 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