The water is wide, I can't cross over and neither I have wings to fly give me a boat that can carry two and both shall row - my love and I
Now 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
There is a ship, 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 I have 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