the water is wide
i can't cross over
and neither i
have wings to fly
give me a boat
that can carry two
and both shall row
my love and i

now 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

there is a ship
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

the water is wide
i can't cross over
and neither i
have 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