The water is wide, I can't get over And nor do I have wings to fly Give me a boat that will 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, that 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 get over And nor do I have wings to fly Give me a boat that will carry two And both shall row - my love and I Someday I hope to love again.