The water is wide, I can not cross over
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
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
The water is wide, I can not cross over
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
And both shall row, my love and I
