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.
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.