Today I will send you another song I loved long ago. I still want to sing it when I’m alone. It may sound sad to you today, but to me it always sounds beautiful
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 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 dying’ 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 winter snows, lies the seed that with the sun’s love in the spring, becomes the rose.
As I wrote this today I also sang it, and I wish I could do that for you now. But maybe it’s better for you not to hear my old cracking voice.
The Treasure Hunter 
This is still on my set list too. (Typo in title)
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Hi, Joanne! Thank you so much for continuing to post. I wish I could hear your voice! I am thinking of you here in Oregon. Hope you are healthy and doing well.
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Hi, Joanne! I wish I could hear your voice! Thank you for continuing to post. Thinking of you here in Oregon and wishing you well.
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Hi Joanne,
That is such a beautiful song! Thanks for sharing and continuing to post. I’m thinking of you!
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