Ballade - Ballad
Love is a many
splendored thing,
it`s the April rose that only grows in the early Spring,
love is natures 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 is a many splendored thing.
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 is a many splendored thing.
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