The Rose - Bette Midler - 35 bpm

Some say 
C
love, 

it 
C
is a 
G
river, 

that 
F
drowns 

the 
G
tender 
C
reed

Some say 
C
love, 

it 

is a 
G
razor, 

that 
F
leaves 

your 
G
soul to 
C
bleed

Some say 
Em
love 

it 

is a 
Am
hunger, 

an 
F
end

less 

aching 
G
need

I say 
C
love 

it 

is a 
G
flower 

and 
F
you 

its 
G
only 
C
seed

It's the 
C
heart 

a

fraid of 
G
breaking 

that 
F
never 

G
learns to 
C
dance

It's the 
C
dream 

a

fraid of 
G
waking 

that 
F
never 

G
takes a 
C
chance

It's the 
Em
one, 

who 

won't be 
Am
taken 

who 
F
can

not 

seem to 
G
give

And the 
C
soul 

a

fraid of 
G
dying 

that 
F
never 

G
learns to 
C
live

When the 
C
night 

has 

been too 
G
lonely 

and the 
F
road 

has 
G
been too 
C
long

And you 
C
feel 

that 

love is 
G
only 

for the 
F
lucky 

G
and the 
C
strong

Just re
Em
mem

ber 

in the 
Am
winter 

far be
F
neath 

the 

bitter 
G
snow

Lies the 
C
seed 

that 

with the 
G
sun's love, 

in the 
F
spring 

be
G
comes the 
C
rose