| 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 |