Once on a high and windy hill
The golden crown that makes a man a king
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing
Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living
In the morning mist, two lovers kissed and the world stood still
In the morning mist, two lovers kissed and the world stood still
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing
Once on a high and windy hill