Love is a many splendored thing

It′s the April rose that only grows

In the early SpringLove 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

Then your fingers touched

My silent heart and taught it how to sing

Yes, true love's a many splendored thing