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.
Lost 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.
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Prime Artist: Frank Sinatra
Lyrics by: Paul Francis Webster
Music by: Sammy Fain