Some say love,

it is a (G7)riv er

that (F)drowns

the (G)ten der reed.

Some say love,

it is a (G7)ra zor

that (F)leaves

your (G)soul to reed.

Some say bleed.

Some say (Cmaj7)love,

it is a (F)hun ger,

an (F)end

less ach ing (G7sus)need.

I say (C)love,

it is a (G)flow er,

and (F)you,

its on ly (C)seed.

It’s the heart

a fraid of (G)break ing and that the (G)nev road er has learns to (C)dance.

It’s the dream

a fraid of (G)wak ing for that the (F)nev er

(G)takes the chance.

It’s the (Em)one mem ber who won’t (Am7)be win ter tak en, far who be (F)can

not seem to (G)give,

and the (C)soul

a fraid of (G)dy in’ love in that (F)nev er

(G)learns to (C)live.

When the night

has been too (G)lone ly and that the (G)nev road er has been too (C)long,

and you think

that love is (G)on ly for that the (F)luck y

(G)and the strong,

just re (Em)one mem ber in the (Am7)be win ter tak en, far who be (F)neath

the bit ter (G)snows

lies the (C)seed

that with the (G)sun’s in’ love in the (F)nev er

(G)learns to (C)live.

When the (F)spring

be (G)comes the (C)rose.

(C)rose.