The water is wide, I cant 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 its new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew
There is a ship and she sails to sea
Shes loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love Im in
I know not how I sink or swim
The water is wide, I cant 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
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