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