The Water is Wide

The water is wide; I can’t cross o’er
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is, 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

Oh, love is handsome, love is fine
Gay as a jewel when first it’s new
And love grows old, and ever bold
And shines as bright as the morning dew