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 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-splendored thing

Then your fingers touched
My silent heart
And taught it how to sing
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing