While many people would credit Conway Twitty for his astounding version of ‘The Rose’ and for bringing it closer to the country ears and hearts, ‘The Rose’ is considered more of a classic pop song that was originally recorded by Better Midler in 1979 as an OST for the film of the same of the same year.

Wynonna Judd ft Bette Midler, The Rose

It’s amazing when two classic acts became friends even if they are working from different areas of music and the perfect example would be Wynonna Judd and Bette Midler’s friendship as depicted in the video below.

“And now I wanted to introduce to you a personal friend of mine, I met her last Spring and I had the opportunity to work with her throughout the Hollyweird and together we sang. Since then, I have been really blessed to know her as a friend but you all know her as the wacky, weird, Bette Midler.”

As Bette Midler made a grand entrance through the avalanche of chirping audience, Bette Midler joined the other half of The Judds for an almost unrealistic duet of the former’s ‘The Rose.’

Most people would be used to a male singing voice to sing this song but unsurprisingly, Better Midler and Wynonna Judd’s diva vocals and demeanor matched this song and we can’t help but fall into a trance of talent and classic beauty of women coming from different walks of music.

Watch the video here and fall in love with these two vibrant ladies:

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The Rose

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 its 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.