Lyrics Love Is a Many Splendored Thing - Lionel Hampton
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
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