The water is wide I cannot cross over Neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I There is a ship and she sails the sea She's loaded deep as deep can be But not so deep as the love I'm in I know not how I sink or swim I leaned my back against some young oak Thinking that he was a trusty tree But first he bended, then he broke And thus did my false love to be Oh love is handsome, love is fine Gay as a jewel when first it's new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like summer dew The water is wide, I cannot cross over Neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I