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 crow That makes a man a king Once... on a high and windy hill In the morning mist the lovers kissed And the world stood skill Then your fingers touched My silent heart And tought it how to sing Yes true love's A many splendored thing Once... on a high and windy hill In the morning mist the lovers kissed And the world stood skill Then your fingers touched My silent heart And tought it how to sing Yes true love's A many splendored thing