Nana Mouskouri - The Rose

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed

Some say love, it is 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 & you its only seed



It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance

Its the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live



When the night has been too lonely & the road has been too long

And you think that love is only for the lucky & 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