The water is wide, I can\'t cross over
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 over
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