Some say love it is river that And the soul afraid of dying

drowns the tenderfeet that never learns to live

Some say love it is a razor that

leaves your soul to bleed
And at night as meant to lonely
Some say love it is a hunger an
endless aching need And road thats bent too long

I say love it is a flower and And you feel that love is only
you its only seed
For the lucky and the strong

Its the heart afraid of

Just remember in winter
breaking that never learns to
dance Far beneath the bitter snow

Its the dream afraid of waking Lies a seed that with the suns
that never takes the chance love,

Its the one who wont be taken In the spring becomes a rose
who cannot seem to weep