The water is wide
I can't cross 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
Oh love is gentle
and love is kind
The sweetest flower
when first it's new
but love grows old
and waxes cold
and fades away
like morning dew
There is a ship
and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep
as deep can be
But not as deep
as the love I'm in
I know not how
I sink or swim
The water is wide
I can't cross 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