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 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