Will the birds be singing when my life is done?
And all the seasons of me have come and gone?
Lay me in the garden where the willow grows,
And from my sorrow a rose,
How high the moon?
How deep the ocean?
I never knew 'til now,
When the curtain closes there'll be no surprise,
If the anthem's playing we know to rise,
Every living creature born to close their eyes,
But Love, the great magician, never dies,
How high the moon?
How deep the ocean?
I never knew 'til now,
For the years of sadness no I will not mourn,
For in the deepest darkness courage is born,
How high the moon?
How deep the ocean?
How high the moon?
I never knew 'til now...