The water is wide, I can’t cross over
and neither have I wings to fly
give me a boat that can carry two
and both shall row, my love and I
Oh love is gentle and love is kind
The sweetest flower 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 how I sink or swim
The water is wide I can’t cross over
and 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
RSS Feed