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..
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,.
Just let a smile be your umbrella,. On a rainy, rainy day. And if your sweetie cries, just tell her,. That a smile will always pay. . Whenever skies are gray,.