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 and rust 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 grave