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