Need some help finding this song

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I am looking for a song that is mainly orchestral with (what sounds like) a female choir. The only lyrics I know are "The riiiiiver is wiiide..." or something along those lines. I am 90% sure that the song is by Philip glass and a certain "quartet." I have been looking for this song for sooooo long and I would be so grateful if anyone could possibly identify it. Thanks so much in advance, I really, really appreciate any and all help.
 
I think the song is called "The Water Is Wide" and the quartet might be Kronos Quartet. They've covered Phillip Glass. Sorry I couldn't find more. :(
 
Originally posted by sketchyrx@Feb 16 2007, 10:23 PM
I think the song is called "The Water Is Wide" and the quartet might be Kronos Quartet. They've covered Phillip Glass. Sorry I couldn't find more. :(
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Water_Is_...Wide_%28song%29

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
And neither have I wings to fly.
O go and get me some little boat,
To carry o'er my true love and I.

A-down in the meadows the other day
A-gath'ring flow'rs both fine and gay
A-gath'ring flowers, both red and blue,
I little thought what love could do.

I put my hand into one soft bush,
Thinking the sweetest flow'r to find.
I prick'd my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flow'r alone.

I lean'd my back up against some oak,
Thinking it was a trusty tree.
But first he bended then he broke,
So did my love prove false to me.

Where love is planted, O there it grows,
It buds and blossoms like some rose;
It has a sweet and pleasant smell,
No flow'r on earth can it excel.

Must I be bound, O and she go free!
Must I love one thing that does not love me!
Why should I act such a childish part,
And love a girl that will break my heart.

There is a ship sailing on the sea,
She's loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as in love I am;
I care not if I sink or swim.

O love is handsome and love is fine,
And love is charming when it is true;
As it grows older it groweth colder
And fades away like the morning dew.
 
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