{title:the rose} {subtitle:Bette Midler} Some say [C]love, it is a [G]river, That [F]drowns the [G]tender [C]reed Some say [C]love, it is a [G]razor, That [F]leaves your [G]soul to [C]bleed Some say [Em]love it is a [Am]hunger, An [F]endless acheing [G]need I say [C]love it is a [G]flower and [F]You its [G]only [C]seed It's the [C]heart afraid of [G]breaking That [F]never [G]learns to [C]dance It's the [C]dream afraid of [G]waking That [F]never [G]takes a [C]chance It's the [Em]one, who won't be [Am]taken Who [F]cannot seem to [G]give And the [C]soul afraid of [G]dying [F]That 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]feel that love is [G]only For the [F]lucky [G]and the [C]strong Just [Em]remember in the [Am]winter Far [F]beneath the bitter [Gsus4]snow Lies the [C]seed that with the [G]sun's love, In the [F]spring [G]becomes the [C]rose