The water is wide
I can't cross over
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 to sea
Shes loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love Im in
I know not how I sink or swim
The water is wide
I can't cross over
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that
can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I