Bette Midler - The rose

Some say l^Cove, it is a r^Giver, That d^Frowns the ten^Gder r^Ceed Some say love, it is a r^Gazor, That l^Feaves your so^Gul to bl^Ceed Some say l^Emove it is a h^Amunger, An end^Fless acheing n^Geed I say l^Cove it is a fl^Gower and Y^Fou its on^Gly se^Ced

It's the he^Cart afraid of brea^Gking That n^Fever lea^Grns to da^Cnce It's the dr^Ceam afraid of wak^Ging That ^Fnever tak^Ges a cha^Cnce It's the ^Emone, who won't be t^Amaken Who ca^Fnnot seem to g^Give And the ^Csoul afraid of dy^Ging T^Fhat never le^Garns to li^Cve

When the n^Cight has been too lo^Gnely And the r^Foad has b^Geen too lo^Cng And you fe^Cel that love is o^Gnly For the l^Fucky an^Gd the str^Cong Just r^Ememember in the w^Aminter Far bene^Fath the bitter ^Gsnow Lies the s^Ceed that with the s^Gun's love, In the sp^Fring beco^Gmes the ro^Cse