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