Rose

an  [D] endless aching  [A] need,
I say love, it is a  E flower,
and  D you its only  A seed.

It's the heart afraid of  E breaking,
that  D never learns to  A dance,
It's the dream afraid of  E waking,
that  D never takes the  A chance,
It's the one who won't be  E taken,
who  D cannot seem to  A give,
And the soul afraid of  E dying,
that  D never learns to  A live.

When the night has been too  E lonely,
and the  D road has been too  A long,
And it seems that love is  E only,
for the  D lucky and the  A strong,
Just remember in the  E winter,
far be D neath the bitter  A snow,
Lies the seed with the  E sun's love,
in the  D spring becomes the  A Rose.