‘THE ROSE (ARiielBreom) Some say love it is oa river, that drowns the ten- der reed. Some say love itis a re 205, that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love it is a hun ger, an aw GC" tacet c 6 end- less a chin’ deed. I say love it isa flow- er and F G c ce c SA SS eS i —F> you it'son- ly seed. It's the heart afraid of break- ing, that nev- er learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of | wak- ing, that nev- er tea ” ” a br PR Foes of 6 the chance. It's the one who won't be G"tacet c Tit Peer a tempo Bor 7? F ea can- not seem to give. And the soul a fraid of dy- in’, that FE nev- er Ieams to _ live. ‘When the night has been too lone- ly and the road has been too long. And you think, that love is on- ly for the tuck- y and the e strong. Just re-_ mem: ber in the win- ter far be neath the bit- ter a Gl tacot S 6 snows fies the seed, that with the sun's love — inthe _———=—— = “tT te PF spring be comes the -—_—rose.