Conway Twitty - The rose

Some say ^Clove it is a ^G7river That ^Fdrowns the ^Gtender ^Creed Some say love it is a ^G7razor That ^Fleaves the ^Gsoul to ^Cbleed Some say ^Cmaj7love it is a ^Fadd9hunger An ^Fendless aching ^G7susneed ^G7I say ^Clove it is a ^Gflower And ^Fyou it's only ^Cseed

It's a heart afraid of ^Gbreaking of breaking That ^Fnever ^Glearns to ^Cdance It's a dream afraid of ^Gwaking That ^Fnever ^Gtakes the ^Cchance It's the ^Emone who won't be ^Am7taken Who ^Fcannot seem to ^Ggive And the ^Csoul afraid of ^Gdying That ^Fnever ^Glearns to ^Clive

When the night has been so ^Glonely And the ^Froad has ^Gbeen too ^Clong And you think that love is ^Gonly For the ^Flucky ^Gand the ^Cstrong Just ^Eremember in the ^A7winter Far ^Fbeneath the bitter ^Gsnows Lies the ^Cseed that with the ^Gsun's love In ^Fspring ^Gbecomes the ^Crose