The water is wide cant cross over
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
Oh, love is gentle and love is kind
The sweetest flower when first its new
But love grows old and waxes cold
and fades away like morning dew
But love grows old and waxes cold
and fades away like morning dew
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
Oh, love is gentle and love is kind
The sweetest flower when first its new
But love grows old and waxes cold
and fades away like morning dew
But love grows old and waxes cold
and fades away like morning dew