The Rose

	  		
 
  
Some say (C) love, it is a (G) river that (F) drowns the (G) tender re(C)ed.  
Some say (C) love, it is a (G) razor, that (F) leads your (G) soul to ble(C)ed.  
Some say (C) love, it is a (F) hunger, an endless aching (G) need.  
I say (C) love, it is a (G) flower and (F) you its only (C)seed.  
  
It's the (C) heart afraid of (G) breakin' that (F) never (G)learns to (C) dance.  
It's the (C) dream afraid of (G) wakin' that (F) never (G) takes a (C) chance.  
It's the (Em) one who won't be (Am7) taken who (F) cannot seem to (G) give  
And the (C) soul afraid of (G) dyin' that (F) never (G)learns to (C) live.  
  
When the (C) night has been too (G) lonely and the (F) road has (G) been too (C) long  
And you (C) think that love is (G) only for the (F) lucky (G) and the (C) strong,  
Just re(Em)member in the (Am7) winter far ben(F)eath the bitter (G) snows  
Lies the (C) seed that with the (G) sun's love, in the (F) spring (G)becomes the (C)rose.