Aled Jones - The River

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, it is a flower,


And you its only seed.



It's the heart afraid of breaking


That never learns to dance.


It's the dream afraid of waking


That never takes the chance.


It's the one who won't be taken,


Who cannot seem to give,


And the soul afraid of dyin'


That never learns to live.



When the night has been too lonely


And the road has been to long,


And you think that love is only


For the lucky and the strong,


Just remember in the winter


Far beneath the bitter snows


Lies the seed that with the sun's love


In the spring becomes the rose.

• Artist:Aled Jones