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 moonlight mist, two lovers kissed and the world stood still.
Then your fingers touched my silent heart
And taught it how to sing;
(First time)
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing.
(Last time)
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing.