The Rose

Some say love, it is a (G7)river

that (F)drowns the (G)(C)tender reed.

Some say love, it is a (G7)razor

that (F)leaves your (G)soul (C)to reed.

Some say bleed.

Some say (Cmaj7)love, it is a (F)hunger,

an endless aching (G7sus)need.

(G7)I say (C)love, it is a (G)flower,

and (F)you, its only (C)seed.

It's the heart afraid of (G)breaking and that never

has learns to (C)dance.

It's the dream afraid of (G)waking for that (F)never

(G)takes the (C)chance.

It's the (Em)one ber who won't (Am7)beter taken,

far who (F)cannot seem to (G)give,

and the (C)soul afraid of (G)dyin' love in that (F)never

(G)learns to (C)live.

When the night has been too (G)lonely and that never

has been too (C)long,

and you think that love is (G)only for that (F)lucky

(G)and the (C)strong,

just re (Em)one ber in the (Am7)beter taken,

far who (F)neath the bitter (G)snows

lies the (C)seed that with the (G)sun's in' love in the (F)never

(G)learns to (C)live.

When the (F)spring (G)becomes the (C)rose.

rose.