The Rose
Amanda McBroom / Bette Midler: The Rose (1980)
| C | G | F | G | C |
Some say | love it is a | river that | drowns the ten | der | reed, |
| C | G7 | F | G | C |
Some say | love it is a | razor that | leeds your | soul to | bleed. |
| Em | Am7 | F | G7sus4 | | G7 |
Some say | love it is a | hunger an | endless aching | need, | | |
| G7 | C | G | F | G | C |
| I say | love it is a | flower and | you it's | only | seed. |
| C | G | F | G | C |
It's the | heart afraid of | breaking that | never | learns to | dance, |
| G | F | G | C |
It's the dream afraid of | waking but | never | takes the | chance. |
| Em | Am7 | F | G7sus4 | | G7 |
It's the | one who won't be | taken who | cannot seem to | give, | | |
| C | G | F | G | C |
And the | soul afraid of | dying that | never | learns to | live |
| C | G | F | G | C |
When the | night has been too | lonely and the | road has | been too | long, |
| C | G | F | G | C |
And you | think that love is | only for the | lucky | and the | strong. |
| Em | Am7 | F | G7sus4 | | G7 |
Just | remember in the | winter, far | beneath the bitter | snows, | | |
| C | G | F | G | (n.c.) | C |
Lies the | seed that with the | sun's love in the | spring | bec | omes the | rose. |
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