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 believing The golden crown that makes a man a king Once on a high and windy hill In the morning mist to lovers kissed And the world stood still Than your fingers touched my silent heart and taught heart to sing Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing Once on a high and windy hill In the morning mist to lovers kissed And the world stood still Than your fingers touched my silent heart and taught heart to sing Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing