Standard (EADGBE)
an endless aching 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.