The water is wide, I can't cross o'er

And neither I have wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row - my love and I

Now 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

There is a ship, she sails the sea

She's loaded deep as deep can be

But not as deep as the love I'm in

I know not how I sink or swim

The water is wide, I can't cross o'er

And neither I have 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.