Paul Anka

Love Is a Many Splendored Thing

Paul Anka


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