The water is wide and I can&9t cross over
Neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I.
There is a ship and it sails on the sea
Loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I&9m in
I know not if I sink or swim.
I leaned my back up against an oak
Thinkin&9 it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
Just like my own false love to me.
Oh love is gentle, love is kind
Gay as a jewel when first it&9s new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew.
The water is wide and I can&9t cross over
Neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I.