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The Rose (Letra)

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Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reeds. Some say love, it is a razor that leads your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. Some say love, it is a flower and you it’s only seed.

It’s the heart, afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It’s the dream, afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It’s the one who won’t be taken, who cannot seem to give. And a soul, afraid of dying that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely and the road becomes 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.

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The Rose (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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 It’s Only Seed

It’s The Heart Afraid Of Breaking
That Never Learns To Dance
It’s The Dream Afraid Of Waking
That Never Takes The Chance

It’s The One Who Won’t Be Taken
Who Cannot Seem To Give
And The Soul Afraid Of Dying
That Never Learns To Live

And 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 A Rose

The Rose (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

the rose

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

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won’t be taken, who cannot 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 that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose.

The Rose (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

the rose

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

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won’t be taken, the one who can’t 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 that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose.

The Rose (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(amanda mcbroom)
Producers for bonnie: harold faltermeyer and gernot rothenbach

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 a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you it’s only seed

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the 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 snow
Lives a seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose

The Rose (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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 dying,
That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely,
And the road has been to 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.

The Rose (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Some say love is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love is a hunger
And it forsaking need
I say love is, it is a flower
And you it’s only seed

It’s a part of break, of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s a dream afraid of waking
That never takes a chance
It’s the one afraid of taking
That never learns to give
And the one afraid of dying
Never learns to live

A friend
Is someone who knows
The song of your heart
And sings it to you
When you
Forget
The words
Attack

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you’re thinking love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
The need for bitter snow
There’s a seed
That when the sun comes
In the spring becomes the rose

The Rose (Letra)

LeAnn Rimes

LeAnn Rimes

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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 it’s only seed.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It’s the one who won’t be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.

And 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 a rose.