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 

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