D Some say love
it is a A river
that G drowns
a A tender D reef.
D Some say love,
it is a A razor,
that G leeds
a A soul to D bleed.
Some say F# love,
it is a h hunger,
an G endless
aching A need.
DI say love,
it is a A flower,
and G you it's A
only D seed.
D It's the soul, afraid of A dreaming, that G never A learns to D dance.
D It's the soul, afraid of A waking, that G never A takes a D chance.
It's the F# one, who won't be h taken, who G cannot seem to A give,
D And the soul, afraid of A dyin' that G never A learns to D live.
D When the night has been too A lonely and the G road has A been too D long,
D And you think that love is A only for the G lucky A and the D strong,
Just F# remember in the h winter far G beneath the bitter A snows
D Lies the seed that with the A sun's love in the G spring A becomes the D Rose.
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