Higher than the yonder mountain and deeper than the sea 
From the breadth of the east unto the west 
Is the love that started with a seed 

Stronger than the wildest horses and the rising tide 
The chords of death hung so heavy round our necks 
Will be left at the great divide 

Flood waters rise, but it wont wash away 
Love never dies, it will hold on more fierce than graves 

Farther than the pale moon rises upon the open plains 
Past the time of the longest blood line 
There shines an immortal flame 

Somewhere in between forever and this passing day 
There’s a place moth [bad word] cannot lay waste 
This is grace, the face of love 

Flood waters rise, but it wont wash away 
Love never dies, it will hold on more fierce than grav