♫ THE ROSE ♫ Nana Mouskouri

Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed

Some say love it is a razon that leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need

I say love it is a flower, and you its only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance

It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chance

It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying that never learns 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 snows

Lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose

Nana Mouskouri