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