Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
Love is a many splendored thingIt’s the April roseThat only growsIn the early spring.
Love is nature’s way of givingA reason to be livingThe golden crown that makes a man a king.
Once on a high and windy hillIn the morning mistTwo lovers kissedAnd the world stood still.
Then your fingers touched my silent heartAnd taught it how to singYes true love’s a many splendored thing.