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

There is a ship that sails the sea
It’s loaded deep, as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I’m in
I know not how to sink or swim

Now love is gentle, and love is kind
The sweetest flower when first it blooms
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew

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