I The water is wide, I can't cross o'er 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 it's new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like morning dew III There is a ship and she sails the sea She's loaded deep as deep can be But not as deep as the love I'm in I know now how I sink or swim Repeat II then I