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!
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!