The water is wide I cannot cross over
And neither have I the wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two

And boat shall row, my love and I

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 dew


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


The water is wide I can't cross over
And neither have I the wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two

And boat shall row, my love and I
And boat shall row, my love and I