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 believe in

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

And your fingers touched my silent heart

And taught it how to sing

Yes, true love´s a many splendored thing.