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