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