The Rose
Don Williams
Intro: C
[C]Some say love it is a ri[G]ver, that dr[F]owns the tender r[C]eed.
Some say love it is a ra[G]zor, that le[F]aves your soul to bl[C]eed.
Some say l[C7]ove it is a h[F]unger, and endless aching n[G]eed
I say l[C]ove it is a f[G]lower, and y[F]ou it's only s[C]eed.
[C]It's the heart afraid of br[G]eaking, that n[F]ever le[G]arns to d[C]ance
It's the dream afraid of wa[G]king, that n[F]ever t[G]akes the ch[C]ance
It's the [Em]one who won't be t[Am]aken, who ca[F]nnot seem to g[G]ive
And the s[C]oul afraid of dy[G]ing, that ne[F]ver le[G]arns to l[C]ive.
[C]When the night has been too lo[G]nely, and the r[F]oad has b[G]een too l[C]ong.
That you think that love is o[G]nly, for the l[F]ucky a[G]nd the s[C]trong.
Just r[Em]emember in the wi[Am]nter, far ben[F]eath the bitter s[G]now
Lies the s[C]eed that with the s[G]un's love, in the sp[F]ring, b[G]ecomes a r[C]ose.
Don Williams
Intro: C
[C]Some say love it is a ri[G]ver, that dr[F]owns the tender r[C]eed.
Some say love it is a ra[G]zor, that le[F]aves your soul to bl[C]eed.
Some say l[C7]ove it is a h[F]unger, and endless aching n[G]eed
I say l[C]ove it is a f[G]lower, and y[F]ou it's only s[C]eed.
[C]It's the heart afraid of br[G]eaking, that n[F]ever le[G]arns to d[C]ance
It's the dream afraid of wa[G]king, that n[F]ever t[G]akes the ch[C]ance
It's the [Em]one who won't be t[Am]aken, who ca[F]nnot seem to g[G]ive
And the s[C]oul afraid of dy[G]ing, that ne[F]ver le[G]arns to l[C]ive.
[C]When the night has been too lo[G]nely, and the r[F]oad has b[G]een too l[C]ong.
That you think that love is o[G]nly, for the l[F]ucky a[G]nd the s[C]trong.
Just r[Em]emember in the wi[Am]nter, far ben[F]eath the bitter s[G]now
Lies the s[C]eed that with the s[G]un's love, in the sp[F]ring, b[G]ecomes a r[C]ose.
