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.