The Rose

 

 

 

Bette Middler - The Rose


Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed
some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need
i say love, it is a flower,
and you its on-ly seed

It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance
it's the dream, afraid of waking,
that never takes the chance
it's the on-e who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give
and the soul, afraid of dyin',
that never learns to love

When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is on-ly
for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed, that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes the rose.