The water is wide, I can’t 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
There is a ship and she sails to 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
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