The Water Is Wide

The water is wide and I can’t cross over.

Give me the wings and I could fly,

Build me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row, my love and I.

There's a ship and it sails on the sea,

Loaded deep as deep can be,

But not as deep as the love I’m in.

I know not if I sink or swim.

I leaned my back up against an oak,

Thinking it was a trusty tree,

But the first it bent and then it broke

Just like my own false love to me.

Now, love is gentle, love is kind,

Gay as a jewel when first it’s new,

But love grows old and waxes cold

And fades away like some morning dew.

The water is wide and I can’t cross over

And neither have I wings to fly.

Build me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row, my love and I.