love is the many splendored thing

Matt Monro

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 lover's a many splendored thing ...