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