Love Is A Many Splendored Thing

Love is a many splendored thing

Its the April rose that only grows in the early spring

Love is natures 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 yur fingers touched my silent heart

And taught it how to sing

Yes

True loves a many splendored thing

Then yur fingers touched my silent heart

And taught it how to sing

Yes

True loves a many splendored thing

Splendored thing

Splendored thing