The Rose - Bette Midler
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxSTzSEiZ2c

Intro:  C   (x8)  

           
Some say love,

           
 it is a ri-ve

             
r, that drowns

           
, the ten-der 

    
reed,
           
Some say love,

           
 it is a razor

             
, that leaves,

           
 your soul to 

     
bleed.
           
Some say love,

           
 it is a hun-g

        
er, an  endles

      
s ach—ing  nee

d,
          
I say love, it

           
 is a flower, 

             
and you, it's 

  
on-ly seed.



           
It's the heart

            
, afraid of br

            
eaking, that n

           
ever, learns t

       
o dance,
           
It's the dream

            
, afraid of wa

            
king, that nev

           
er, takes the 

    
chance.
           
It's the one, 

             
who won't be t

       
a-ken, who can

        
-not seem to  


give,
          
And the soul, 

           
afraid of dyin

             
g, that never,

       
 learns to liv

e.
 


           
When the night

            
, has been too

             
 lonely, and t

            
he road, has b

          
een too long,
           
And you think,

            
 that love is 

             
on-ly, for the

          
 lucky, and th

      
e strong.
           
Just re-member

           
, in the win-t

         
er, far beneat

        
h, the bit-ter

  
  snows,
          
Lies the seed,

            
 that with the

        
 sun's love, 
             
In the spring,

            
 becomes the r

                       
ose.