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Words and Music by : Amanda McBroom | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Recorded by Harry
Belafonte on: Recording date: 1977 Playing time: 4:25 LP : CB85254 |
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Lyrics: Some say love it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed Some say love it is a hunger An endless aching need I say love is a flower And you its only seed Its the heart afraid of breaking That never leans to dance Its the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance Its the one who wont be taken Who cannot seem to give And the soul afraid of dying That never leans to live When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong Just remember in the Winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the suns love In the Spring becomes the rose |
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