The
Rose
Some
say love,
it is a river
that drowns
the tender
reed.
Some say love,
it's like
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
only 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 one
who won't
be taken,
who can not
seem to give,
and the soul
afraid of
dyin'
that never
learns to
live.
When
the night
has been too
lonely
and the road
has been to
long,
and you think
that love
is only
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.
Sung
By Conway
Twitty
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