The water is wide, I can't cross over, and neither have I wings to fly.
Build 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.Oh love is handsome and love is fine, the sweetest flower when first it's new.
But love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like morning dew.
