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.
