Love Is A Many-Splendored Thing

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 Lost on a high and windy hill In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still When our fingers touch, my silent heart has taught us how to sing Yes, true love's a many splendored thing