About the song
In the realm of country music, few artists have left an indelible mark like Conway Twitty. With a career spanning over three decades, Twitty’s soulful voice and heartfelt lyrics have captivated audiences worldwide. One of his most iconic recordings is his 1982 cover of “The Rose,” a beautiful and poignant ballad that showcases his exceptional vocal range and emotional depth.
Originally recorded by Bette Midler in 1979, “The Rose” was a breakout hit that resonated with listeners of all genres. However, it was Conway Twitty’s rendition that truly brought the song to life, infusing it with a country twang that perfectly complemented the song’s themes of love, loss, and longing. Released as a single from his album “Dream Maker,” Twitty’s version of “The Rose” shot to the top of the US and Canadian country charts, becoming his 30th number one single on the US country chart.
This remarkable achievement is a testament to Twitty’s enduring legacy as the “High Priest of Country Music.” With his smooth, velvety tone and effortless delivery, Twitty brings a level of authenticity and sincerity to “The Rose” that is simply captivating. The song’s haunting melody and poignant lyrics are perfectly suited to Twitty’s unique style, making his version a standout in his impressive discography.
For fans of Conway Twitty, “The Rose” is a must-listen, a beautiful and timeless classic that showcases the artist’s remarkable talent and emotional range. Even for those unfamiliar with Twitty’s work, “The Rose” is an excellent introduction to his music, a powerful and moving ballad that is sure to leave a lasting impression.
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Lyrics
Some say love, it is a river
And that it drowns the tender reed
And some say love, it’s like a razor
And that it 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, it’s 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 too 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
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