Love is a Many-splendored Thing





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.


Engelbert Humperdinck


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