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. It's 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. Though the road is long and hard, love is our guiding star. And e'en though the night be dark and full of pain, love will light our way. Like a flame within our hearts, love will gently glow, making all things clear. And in the darkest night, you'll see a light, for true love's a many splendored thing.