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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