the rose

Some say Clove, it is a Griver,

That Fdrowns the Gtender Creed

Some say Clove, it is a Grazor,

That Fleaves your Gsoul to Cbleed

Some say Emlove it is a Amhunger,

An Fendless acheing Gneed

I say Clove it is a Gflower and

FYou its Gonly Cseed

It's the Cheart afraid of Gbreaking

That Fnever Glearns to Cdance

It's the Cdream afraid of Gwaking

That Fnever Gtakes a Cchance

It's the Emone, who won't be Amtaken

Who Fcannot seem to Ggive

And the Csoul afraid of Gdying

FThat never Glearns to Clive

When the Cnight has been too Glonely

And the Froad has Gbeen too Clong

And you Cfeel that love is Gonly

For the Flucky Gand the Cstrong

Just Emremember in the Amwinter

Far Fbeneath the bitter Gsus4snow

Lies the Cseed that with the Gsun's love,

In the Fspring Gbecomes the Crose