Conway Twitty The Rose Lyrics

Some say love, it is a river, and that it drowns the tender reed.
And some say love, it's like a razor, and that it 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...it's only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to 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 dieing, that never learns to live.
When the night, has been too lonely, and the road, has been too long.
And you think, that love is only, for the lucky, and the strong.
Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow.
Lies the seed, that with the suns love.
In the spring.
Becomes the ROSE.....