7 acessos
Love is a many splendored thing/it's the april rose/that only grows/in the early spring/love is a 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/and your fingers touched/my silent heart/ and taught it how to sing/ yes, true love's a many splendored thing *letr