Love Is A Many Splendoured Thing

Love is a many splendoured 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 splendoured 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 splendoured thing