The water is wide, I cannot get over
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that’ll carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
Oh, 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
The water is wide
I cannot get over
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that’ll carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
Give me a boat that’ll carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
My love and I