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