Love Is a Many Spendored Thing Songtext
von Nat King Cole

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
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
Then your fingers touched
My silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing