Love Is A Many Splendoured Thing

Love Is A Many-Splendored Thing - Ray Conniff

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 yur fingers touched my silent heart

And taught it how to sing

Yes, true love's a many - splendored thing.

Then yur fingers touched my silent heart

And taught it how to sing

Yes, true love's a many - splendored thing.

Splendored thing.

Splendored thing.