[C]Love is a [Am7]many [Em]splendored thing
It’s the [F]April rose that only grows in the [Am]early spring
Love is [Dm]nature’s way of [G7]giving a [Dm]reason to be [E7]living
The [Am]golden crown that [B7]makes a man a [E7]king.
[C]Once lost on a [AM7]high and [Em]windy hill
In the [F]morning mist two lovers kissed [Am]and the world stood still
When our [Dm]fingers touch [G7]my silent heart has [C]taught us how to [Am]sing
Yes, [C]true love’s [F]a many-[G]splendored [C]thing.