The Rose [Live]
Bette Midler


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 endless aching need
I say love
It is a flower
And you it's only seed

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 can not 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...
Just remember in the winter...
Far beneath the bitter snows...
Lies the seed...that with the sun's love...
In the spring becomes The Rose...

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