The Rose (André Rieu)

“The Rose” (also known as “Some say love”) is a pop song written by Amanda McBroom made famous by Bette Midler in the 1979 movie The Rose. Since then it has been covered many times by a variety of artists. The version below is by André Rieu, also known as the “Waltz King”.

The song is a commentary on people who are so afraid of failing (in love, among other things) that they do not even try, as illustrated by the lyric “It’s the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live…”

“The Rose” is featured in the 1979 film of the same name, in which it was performed by Midler. The single hit #3 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart and #1 on the adult contemporary chart, and it was certified as a gold single by the RIAA.

Here is another (instrumental) version by André Rieu.

And here is the original Bette Midler version below:

The Johann Strauss Orchestra was founded by André Rieu in 1987. At the time of its first concert on January 1, 1988, the orchestra consisted of 12 musicians. In 2008 the orchestra has expanded to 43 members and performs regularly with guest musicians and singers such as Mirusia Louwerse, Carmen Monarcha and the Platin Tenors. The orchestra is well known for performing classical works with a distinctly unorthodox frivolity, joking with the audience and performing all sorts of antics.

The Orchestra now performs with between 80 and 150 musicians. At the time the Orchestra first toured Europe, there emerged a renewed interest in waltz music. The revival began in the Netherlands and was ignited by their recording of the Second Waltz from Shostakovich’s Suite for Variety Orchestra. As a result, Rieu became known as the “Waltz King”.

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, 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 a chance.

It’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying,
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 snow,
Lies a seed, that with the sun’s love,
in the spring becomes a rose