Love Is a Many Splendored Thing
it's the april rose
that only grows
in the early spring
love is a 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
and your fingers touched
my silent heart
and taught it how to sing
yes, true love's a many splendored thing *letr
Writer/s: Paul Francis Webster / Sammy Fain