The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er
And neither have I wings to fly,
Give me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.
A ship there is 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.
I leaned my back against an oak,
Knowing it was a trusty tree.
At first it bent, but never broke,
Thus did my love prove true to me.
Where love is planted, O there it grows,
/ O love is
handsome, O love is fine
It grows and blossoms like a rose.
/ Gay as a jewel
when first it’s new.
It has a sweet and pleasant smell, /
And love grows old, and ever bold,
No flower on earth can it excel. /
And shines as bright as morning dew.
The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.