Bette Midler - The rose

Some say l^Dove, it is a r^A7iver That dr^Gowns^A7 the tender^D reed Some say love, it is a r^A7azor That l^Geaves ^A7 your soul to^D bleed Some say ^Dmaj7love, it is a h^Gunger An endless aching ^A7sus4need ^A7 I say l^Dove, it is a f^A7lower And y^Gou ^A7 its only s^Deed

It's the h^Deart afraid of br^A7eaking That n^Ge- ^A7ver learns to d^Dance It's the d^Dream afraid of w^A7aking That n^Gever ^A7 takes the ch^Dance It's the ^Dmaj7one who won't be t^Gaken Who c^Gan-not seem to ^A7sus4give ^A7 And the ^Dsoul afraid of ^A7dyin' That n^Gever ^A7 learns to l^Dive

When the n^Dight has been too l^A7onely And the r^Goad^A7 has been too ^Dlong And you t^Dhink that love is ^A7only For the l^Gucky ^A7 and the s^Dtrong Just re^Dmaj7member in the ^Gwinter Far ben^Geath the bitter s^A7sus4nows ^A7 Lies the s^Deed that with the s^A7un's love In the s^Gpring^A7 becomes the r^Dose