| C | G7 | F | G | C | |
| Some say | love, it is a | river, that | drowns the | tender | reed |
| C | G7 | F | G | C | |
| Some say | love, it is a ra | zor, that | leads your | soul to | bleed |
| Cmaj7 | F | G7 | |
| Some say | love it is a | hunger, and endless aching | need |
| C | G | F | C | |
| I say | love it is a | flower and | you its only | seed |
| C | G7 | F | G | C | |
| It's the | heart afraid of | breaking that | never | learns to | dance |
| C | G7 | F | G | C | |
| It's the | dream afraid of | waking that | never | takes a | chance |
| Em | Am7 | F | G | |
| It's the | one, who won't be | taken who | cannot seem to | give |
| C | G | F | G | C | |
| And the | soul afraid of | dying that | never | learns to | live |
| C | G7 | F | G | C | |
| When the | night has been too | lonely and the | road has | been too | long |
| C | G7 | F | G | C | |
| And you | find that love is | only for the | lucky | and the | strong |
| Em | Am7 | F | G | |
| Just re | member in the | winter for 'n | eath the bitter | snow |
| C | G | F | G | C | |
| Lies the | seed that with the | sun's love, in the | spring be | comes the | rose |