By: Amanda McBroom 1979
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| C | G |
| Some say | love, it is a | river, |
| F | G | C |
| That | drowns the | tender | reed |
| C | G |
| Some say | love, it is a | razor, |
| F | G | C |
| That | leaves your | soul to | bleed |
| Em | Am |
| Some say | love it is a | hunger, |
| F | G |
| An end | less aching | need |
| C | G |
| I say | love it is a | flower and |
| C | G |
| It's the | heart afraid of | breaking |
| F | G | C |
| That | never | learns to | dance |
| C | G |
| It's the | dream afraid of | waking |
| F | G | C |
| That | never | takes a | chance |
| Em | Am |
| It's the | one, who won't be | taken |
| F | G |
| Who | cannot seem to | give |
| C | G |
| And the | soul afraid of | dying |
| F | G | C |
| That never | learns to | live |
| C | G |
| When the | night has been too | lonely |
| F | G | C |
| And the | road has | been too | long |
| C | G |
| And you | feel that love is | only |
| F | G | C |
| For the | lucky | and the | strong |
| Em | Am |
| Just | remember in the | winter |
| F | G |
| Far be | neath the bitter | snow |
| C | G |
| Lies the | seed that with the | sun's love, |
| F | G | C |
| In the | spring | becomes the | rose |
Created 2009 Sept 12 11:08
This is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song.
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