C Am G C
Love…. is a many splendored thing.
It’s the April rose that only grow
in the early sp’ing.
Love is nature’s way of giving
a reason to be living.
C Am B G
The golden crown that make 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…