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The water is wide, I cannot get o’er,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat, that can carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.

 

 

 

 

 

O love is handsome and love is fine
And love’s a jewel when it’s first new
but love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew.

There is a ship, it’s sailing the sea,
It’s loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as my love for him
I know not if I sink or swim.

The water is wide, I cannot get o’er,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat, that can carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.

And both shall row, my love and I.

Eva often included this song in her solo and duo performances. Hugh Cassidy comments, “I like her guitar work on ‘The Water is Wide.’ When we sang it at home, I think we didn’t do it as slowly. She slowed it down, made it more telling. In her phrasing, she is so conscious of the visual images.”  (from album comment)

This was one of the favorite songs my late husband and I used to sing together in harmony.  We both loved Tom Paxton and this song.

poppySome kind of love is like gold
And that is the hardest to hold
For it catches the eye
Of each thief passing by
Some kind of love is like gold

Some kind of love comes too soon
That kind of love heals your wounds
When your wounds are all healed
And you’re back on your wheels
You say that kind of love came too soon

Chorus:  Some kind of love, some kind of love
                  Everyone’s looking for some kind of love  (Repeat)

Some kind of love starts as friends
That kind of love never ends
For it comes on as slow
As a flower in snow
Some kind of love starts as friends

Some kind of love tears your heart
When you knew it was wrong from the start
Try to explain
A moth to a flame
Some kind of love tears your heart

(Chorus)

Some kind of love never dies
That is the hardest to find
Through laughter and rage
It mellows with age
Some kind of love never dies

Some kind of love is like gold
And that is the hardest to hold
For it catches the eye
Of each thief passing by
Some kind of love is like gold

Some kind of love, some kind of love
Everyone’s looking for some kind of love
Some kind of love, some kind of love
Everyone’s looking for some kind of love

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On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory