LOVE IS A MANY SPLENDOURED THING

I walked along the streets of Hong Kong town
up and down, up and down.
I met a little girl in Hong Kong town
and I said, "Can you tell me, please,
where's that love I never found?
Unravel me this riddle, what is love, what can it be?"
And in her eyes were butterflies as she replied to me.

Love is a many splendoured 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 splendoured thing.

- Paul Francis Webst