The Rose
Amanda McBroom / Bette Midler: The Rose (1980)
| D | A | G | A | D |
Some say | love it is a | river that | drowns the ten | der | reed, |
| D | A7 | G | A | D |
Some say | love it is a | razor that | leeds your | soul to | bleed. |
| F#m | Bm7 | G | A7sus4 | | A7 |
Some say | love it is a | hunger an | endless aching | need, | | |
| A7 | D | A | G | A | D |
| I say | love it is a | flower and | you it's | only | seed. |
| D | A | G | A | D |
It's the | heart afraid of | breaking that | never | learns to | dance, |
| A | G | A | D |
It's the dream afraid of | waking but | never | takes the | chance. |
| F#m | Bm7 | G | A7sus4 | | A7 |
It's the | one who won't be | taken who | cannot seem to | give, | | |
| D | A | G | A | D |
And the | soul afraid of | dying that | never | learns to | live |
| D | A | G | A | D |
When the | night has been too | lonely and the | road has | been too | long, |
| D | A | G | A | D |
And you | think that love is | only for the | lucky | and the | strong. |
| F#m | Bm7 | G | A7sus4 | | A7 |
Just | remember in the | winter, far | beneath the bitter | snows, | | |
| D | A | G | A | (n.c.) | D |
Lies the | seed that with the | sun's love in the | spring | bec | omes the | rose. |
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