The water is wide. And I can't cross over. And neither have I wings to fly. Build me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, My love and I. There is a ship. And she sails the sea. A boat as deep as deep can be, But not as deep as this hole I'm in, And I know not if, I sink or swim. And I lean my back against some oak, Thinking it was a trusty tree. But first it bent, And then it broke, As my own love proved false to me Love is gentle, And love is kind. And love is young. And love is new, Love grows cold as it grows old. Til it fades away like the mornin' dew And the water is wide, And I can't cross over. Neither have I wings to fly. Build me a boat that can carry two. And both shall row, My love and I. And both shall row, My love and I.