The Water is wide
The water is wide, I can't cross over.
And neither have I the wings to fly.
Build me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my true love and I.
O, down in the meadows the other day
A gathering flowers both fine and gay,
A gathering flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.
I leaned my back up against a young oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bended and then it broke
And did my false love to me.
A ship there is and she sails the seas.
She's loaded deep, as deep can be;
But not so deep as the love I'm in
And I know not if I sink or swim.
O love is handsome and love is find
Bright as a jewel while first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew.
The water is wide, I can't cross over.
And neither have I the wings to fly.
Build me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my true love and I
