The Water Is Wide

The water is wide, I can't cross o'er, And neither have I the wings to fly. Give me a boat, that will carry two, And both shall row, my love and I. Oh love is handsome, and love is kind, Shining bright like a jewel, when first its new; But love grows old, and waxes cold, And fades away, like morning dew. There is a ship, and she sails the sea, She's loaded deep, as deep can be, But not as deep as the love I'm in. I know not if I sink or swim. The water is wide, I can't cross o'er, And neither have I the wings to fly. Give me a boat, that will carry two, And both shall row, my love and I.