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
When our fingers touch my silent heart
Has taught us 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
When our fingers touch my silent heart
Has taught us how to sing
Yes, true love's
A many-splendored thing