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

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