The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

Love is gentle, love is kind
The sweetest flower when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the 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
And know not how I sink or swim

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