Love is a Many - Splendored Thing Lyrics

by Frank Sinatra

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
When our fingers touch, my silent heart has taught us how to sing
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing