The song would reach number # 1 of the lists in US Hot Country Songs, and on March 26 it would also arrive at number # 1 on the Canadian RPM Country Tracks lists. It was the thirty-sixth number one of Conway's career
Pop song written by Amanda McBroom, and made famous by Bette Midler, was recorded by Bette, for the soundtrack of The Rose (1979), was released in March 1980 on the Atlantic label.
Released as the second single from the album of the soundtrack of The Rose, “The Rose” reached number 1 in the Cashbox Top 100 and reached number 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. In addition, he was number 1 on the list of contemporary adults for five consecutive weeks. The single was certified Gold by the RIAA for more than half a million copies sold in the United States. The winner won the Grammy Award for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance for “The Rose”.
Conway Twitty recorded the song in December 1982, for the Elektra label, with the produccion of Conway Twitty & Jimmy Bowen, it was released on January 17, 1983, on March 12, 1983, the song would reach number # 1 of the lists in US Hot Country Songs, and on March 26 it would also arrive at number # 1 on the Canadian RPM Country Tracks lists.It was the thirty-sixth number one of Conway’s career. The song would be included in Conway’s Studio 45 albums, Dream Maker (Elektra 1982), on the US Top Country Albums charts, it reached number # 15.
More than 100 versions of the song have been made.
Some versions :
Joan Baez 1980 ( Portrait )
Eddy Arnold 1981 ( RCA Victor )
The Kelly Family 1988 ( Kel – Life )
LeAnn Rimes 1997 ( Curb Records )
Bonnie Tyler 1998 ( Eastwest )
and many more ………
Conway Twitty – The Rose 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 a heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s a dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who can not 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 snows
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In spring becomes the rose…
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