paroles de chanson Love Is A Many Splendored Thing - Gordon MacRae

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

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