I

The water is wide, I can't cross o'er

Ad neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And we shall row, my love and I



II

For 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



III

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 now how I sink or swim



Repeat II then I