The Water Is Wide

The Water Is Wide
And I can’t cross over and neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And both Shall row my love and I
For love is gentle, and love is kind,
And love is sweet when first its new

But love grows old, and wexes cold and fades away like
Morning dew
There is a boat and it sails the sea
Its loaded deep, deep as can be
But not as deep as the love I’m in
I know not how I sink or swim

But The Water Is Wide
And I can’t cross over and neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And both Shall row my love and I
And both Shall row my love and I