Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing

Love is a many splendored thing
Its the April rose
That only grows in the early spring
Love is natures 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 loves
A many splendored thing