the rose

Harry Belafonte

Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love is a flower
And you its only seed

Itââ?¬â?¢s the heart afraid of breaking
That never leans to dance
Itââ?¬â?¢s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
Itââ?¬â?¢s the one who wonââ?¬â?¢t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never leans to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the Winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sunââ?¬â?¢s love
In the Spring becomes the rose