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