| The Rose |
| Some say love it is a river and that it drowns a tender age Some say it is like a razor and that it leaves the soul to bleed Some says love it is a hunger an endless aching need I say love it is a flower and you its only seed It's the heart afried of breaking that never learns to dance It's the dream afried of wakeing that never takes the chance It's then one who wont be taken who can not seem to give And the soul afried of dieing that never learns to live When the night has been to 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 benight the bitter snow Lies the seet that with the suns love In the spring becomes the Rose by Conway Twitty |