The water is wide i can not cross over
and neither have i wings to fly
build me a boat that can carry two
and both shall roam my love and i
A ship there is and she sails the sea
sailing as deep as deep can be
but not so deep as the love i am in
i know not how i sink or swim
I leaned my back against some young oak
thinking that he was a trusty tree
but first he bent and then he broke
and thus did my false love and me
The water is wide i can not cross over
and neither have i wings to fly
build me a boat that can carry two
and both shall roam my love and i