Some say love Is a river
That drowns the teder reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaver 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 that fears the breakinq
That never Iearns to dance
It's the dream afraid of working
That never taker the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give

And the sould afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the mad has been too long
And you think that love Is only
For the lucky and the strong
lust remember In the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the reed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the tore