| 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 | |
| And endless aching need | |
| I say love it is a flower | |
| And you its only seed | |
| It's the heart afraid of breakin' | |
| That never learns to dance | |
| It's the dream afraid of wakin' | |
| That never takes the 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 snows | |
| Lies the seed that with the sun's love | |
| In the spring becomes the rose |