LOVE IS A MANY SPLENDORED THING
Love is a many splendored thing
It's the april rose that only grows
In the eary 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 a morning mist,two lovers kissed,
And the wold stood still.
Then your fingers tuched my silent heart
And taught it how to sing .
Yes ,true love's
A many splendored thing