miercuri, 13 august 2008

Love is a many splendored thing

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...

2 comentarii:

Anonim spunea...

Love's just one of those things a man grows into, like jazz and olives.

Turambar spunea...

and whiskey and strong tobacco and sky diving and free climbing and Russian roulette and other dangerous fringe activities

:)