The Rose Andre Rieu

Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razer that leaves your soul to blead 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 wakingthat never takes the chance It s the one who won t be taken who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live br, br,