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
2. 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
3. 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.
4. 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.
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