I
The water is wide, I cant cross oer
Ad neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And we shall row, my love and i
Ii
For 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
Iii
There is a ship and she sails the sea
Shes loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love Im in
I know now how I sink or swim
Repeat ii then i
