Love Is a Many Splendoured Thing - Connie Francis

Love is a many splendoured 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

Then your fingers touched my silent heart

And taught it how to sing

Yes, true love’s a many splendoured thing