BETTE MIDLER (1980)  - 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 eneeeedless aching need"      I say, "Love. It is a flowerwait

And you  its only seed

wait with choir

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 cannot 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 too long

And you think that love is only

For the lucky and the strong

COME DOWN GENTLE Just remember in the winter

Far beneeeath the bitter snow

Lies the seed that with the sun's love

In the spring becomes              the rose