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 a way
like morning dew
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
and both shall row
my love and I
