Frank Sinatra - Love Is A Many-splendored Thing lyrics

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