The Water Is Wide

The water is wide, I can't cross o'er

And neither I, the wings to fly

Build me a boat that can carry two

And we shall row, my love and I

There is a ship that sails the sea

She's loaded deep as deep can be

But not as deep as the love I miss

And I know not if I'll 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 the morning dew.

I leaned my back against an oak

Thinking it was a trusty tree

But first it bent, and then it broke

And so my false love did onto me