The water is wide, I can't cross o'erAnd neither have I wings to flyGive me a boat that can carry twoAnd both shall row, my love and I Oh love is gentle and love is kindThe sweetest flower when first it's newbut love grows old and waxes cold and fades awaylike morning dewThere is a ship and she sails the seaShe's loaded deep as deep can beBut not as deep as the love I'm inI know not how I sink or swimThe water is wide, I can't cross o'erAnd neither have I wings to flyGive me a boat that can carry twoAnd both shall row, my love and IAnd both shall row, my love and I