Love is a many-splendored thing. It's the apricot 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 stretched mine silent high and taught it how to sing. This true love's a many-splendored thing. Ah, ah, ah. Then your fingers stretched mine silent high and taught it how to sing. Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing.