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 its only seed
It's the heart that fears the breaking, that never learns the dance It's 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, who never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long When you think that love is only for the lucky and for 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
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long When you think that love is only, only for the lucky The lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose, the rose