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
Yes, true love's a many-splendor thing.
Once, on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still