( Spoken )

Some say Love, it is a River
That drowns the tender Reed

And some say Love, is a Razor
That leaves, leaves your Soul to bleed.

And some say Love, it is a Hunger,
An endless aching Need

I say Love, is a Flower,
And you it's only Seed.

( Sung )

It's the Heart, afraid of breaking,
That never learns to Dance

And it's the Dream, afraid of waking,
That never takes the Chance.

And it's the one that won't be taken,
And 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

( Spoken )

Then just remember in the Winter
Far, far beneath the bitter Snow,

( Sung )

Lies the Seed, that with the Sun's Love,
In the Spring becomes

The Rose.

( Words And Music By A. McBroom )