The Water Is Wide

The water is wide, I can not cross over Neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I Love is gentle and love is kind The sweetest flower when first it's new But love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like morning dew The water is wide, I can not cross over 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