The Rose (Napoleon Dynamite)

 258. The Rose (Napoleon Dynamite) 

Some say C (I) love, it is a G (V) river, that F (IV) drowns the G (V) tender C (I) reed

Some say C (I) love, it is a G (V) razor, that F (IV) leaves your G (V) soul to C (I) bleed

Some say e (iii) love, it is a a (vi) hunger, an F (IV)  endless aching G (V) need

I say C (I) love, it is a G (V) flower, and F (IV) you, its G (V) only C (I) seed

It's the C (I) heart afraid of G (V) breaking, that F (IV) never G (V) learns to C (I) dance

It's the C (I) dream afraid of G (V) waking 

that F (IV) never G (V) takes the C (I) chance

It's the e (iii) one who won't be a (vi) taken, who F (IV) cannot seem to G (V) give

And the C (I) soul afraid of G (V) dying, that F (IV) never G (V) learns to C (I) live

When the C (I) night has been too G (V) lonely 

and the F (IV) road has G (IV) been too C (I) long

And you C (I) think that love is G (V) only for the F (IV) lucky G (V) and the C (I) strong

Just re- e (iii) member in the a (vi) winter, far be- F (IV) neath the bitter G (V) snows

Lies the C (I) seed, that with the G (V) sun's love 

in the F (IV) spring be- G (V) comes the C (I) rose