The water is wide, I can't get over
And nor do I have wings to fly
Give me a boat that will 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, that sails the sea
She's loaded deep, as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim

The water is wide, I can't get over
And nor do I have wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And both shall row - my love and I

Someday I hope to love again.