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.