The Kelly Family - The Rose

^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.