| Song | The Water Is Wide |
| Artist | Orla Fallon |
| Album | Songs From Solo Works - Celtic Woman |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hayley Westenra | |
| The water is wide, I cannot get over | |
| And neither have I wings to fly | |
| Give me a boat that’ll carry two | |
| And both shall row, my love and I | |
| Where love is planted oh there it grows | |
| It grows and blossoms like a rose | |
| It has a sweet and pleasant smell | |
| No flower on earth can it excel | |
| The ship there is and she sails the sea | |
| She is loaded deep as deep can be | |
| But not so deep as the love I’m in | |
| I know not if I sink or swim | |
| Oh, love is gentle, love is kind | |
| The sweetest flower when first it’s new | |
| But love grows old and waxes cold | |
| And fades away like morning dew |
| Hayley Westenra | |
| The water is wide, I cannot get over | |
| And neither have I wings to fly | |
| Give me a boat that' ll carry two | |
| And both shall row, my love and I | |
| Where love is planted oh there it grows | |
| It grows and blossoms like a rose | |
| It has a sweet and pleasant smell | |
| No flower on earth can it excel | |
| The ship there is and she sails the sea | |
| She is loaded deep as deep can be | |
| But not so deep as the love I' m in | |
| I know not if I sink or swim | |
| Oh, love is gentle, love is kind | |
| The sweetest flower when first it' s new | |
| But love grows old and waxes cold | |
| And fades away like morning dew |
| Hayley Westenra | |
| The water is wide, I cannot get over | |
| And neither have I wings to fly | |
| Give me a boat that' ll carry two | |
| And both shall row, my love and I | |
| Where love is planted oh there it grows | |
| It grows and blossoms like a rose | |
| It has a sweet and pleasant smell | |
| No flower on earth can it excel | |
| The ship there is and she sails the sea | |
| She is loaded deep as deep can be | |
| But not so deep as the love I' m in | |
| I know not if I sink or swim | |
| Oh, love is gentle, love is kind | |
| The sweetest flower when first it' s new | |
| But love grows old and waxes cold | |
| And fades away like morning dew |