Bette Midler - The rose

Some say lo^Cve, it is a ri^Gver, That dr^Fowns the tend^Ger re^Ced Some say love, it is a ra^Gzor, That le^Faves your sou^Gl to ble^Ced Some say lo^Emve, it is a hu^Amnger, An endl^Fess aching ne^Ged I say lo^Cve, it is a flo^Gwer and Yo^Fu its onl^Gy see^Cd

It's the hea^Crt afraid of break^Ging That ne^Fver lear^Gns to dan^Cce It's the dre^Cam afraid of waki^Gng That n^Fever take^Gs a chan^Cce It's the o^Emne who won't be ta^Amken Who can^Fnot seem to gi^Gve And the s^Coul afraid of dyi^Gng Th^Fat never lea^Grns to liv^Ce

When the ni^Cght has been too lon^Gely And the ro^Fad has be^Gen too lon^Cg And you thi^Cnk that love is o^Gnly For the lu^Fcky and^G the stro^Cng Just re^Emmember in the wi^Amnter Far benea^Fth the bitter s^Gno^Gsusw Lies the se^Ced that with the su^Gn's love, In the spr^Fing becom^Ges the ros^Ce