Some say Clove, it is a G7river, that Fdrowns the Gtender Creed
Some say Clove, it is a raG7zor, that Fleads your Gsoul to Cbleed
Some say Cmaj7love it is a Fhunger, and endless aching G7need
I say Clove it is a Gflower and Fyou its only Cseed
It's the Cheart afraid of G7breaking that Fnever Glearns to Cdance
It's the Cdream afraid of G7waking that Fnever Gtakes a 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 Cnight has been too G7lonely and the Froad has Gbeen too Clong
And you Cfind that love is G7only for the Flucky Gand the Cstrong
Just reEmmember in the Am7winter for 'nFeath the bitter Gsnow
Lies the Cseed that with the Gsun's love, in the Fspring beGcomes the Crose