The Rose (Conway Twitty)

(A)Some say love, it is a (E)river,
that (D)drowns the tender (A)reed,
Some say love, it is a (E)razor,
that (D)leaves your soul to (A)bleed,
Some say love, it is a (E)hunger,
an (D)endless aching (A)need,
I say love, it is a (E)flower,
and (D)you its only (A)seed.

It's the heart afraid of (E)breaking,
that (D)never learns to (A)dance,
It's the dream afraid of (E)waking,
that (D)never takes the (A)chance,
It's the one who won't be (E)taken,
who (D)cannot seem to (A)give,
And the soul afraid of (E)dying,
that (D)never learns to (A)live.

When the night has been too (E)lonely,
and the (D)road has been too (A)long,
And it seems that love is (E)only,
for the (D)lucky and the (A)strong,
Just remember in the (E)winter,
far be(D)neath the bitter (A)snow,
Lies the seed with the (E)sun's love,
in the (D)spring becomes the (A)Rose.