Post by donq on Jan 25, 2015 11:08:11 GMT
The Rose by Bette Midler
I’ve just come across this song. It’s a beautiful song, even I kind of too old and listen to this song only in a spiritual sense.
Hope you enjoy it, in any sense you like. :-)
(Sorry for the quality of the video. There are better versions on youtube but I don’t know why I like this one.)
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, 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 cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyin', 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 snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.
I’ve just come across this song. It’s a beautiful song, even I kind of too old and listen to this song only in a spiritual sense.
Hope you enjoy it, in any sense you like. :-)
(Sorry for the quality of the video. There are better versions on youtube but I don’t know why I like this one.)
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, 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 cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyin', 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 snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.
