The water is wide, I can not cross over

Neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

and both shall row, my love and I



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



The water is wide, I can not cross over

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