Текст песни 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
 
                                    
                                Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.