The water is wide and i can't cross over
neither have i wings that i could fly
build me a boat that can carry two
and both shall row my love and i.
There is a ship and it sails on the sea
loaded deep as deep can be
but not as deep as the love i'm in
i know not if i sink or swim.
I leaned my back up against an oak
thinkin' it was a trusty tree
but first it bent and then it broke
just like my own false love to me.
Oh love is gentle, love is kind
gay as a jewel when first it's new
but love grows old and waxes cold
and fades away like some morning dew.
The water is wide and i can't cross over
neither have i wings to fly
build me a boat that can carry two
and both shall row my love and i.