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

for love is gentle, love is kind
and love is sweet when first it is new
but love grows old and waxes cold
and fades away like morning dew

there is a ship and it sails the sea
shes loaded deep as deep can be
but not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not how I sink or swim

but the water is wide, I can't cross o'er
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

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