|
The water is wide, I cannot cross over |
|
And neither have I wings to fly |
|
Give me a boat that will carry two |
|
And both shall row, my love and I |
|
I leaned my back against an oak |
|
Thinking it was a mighty tree |
|
But first it bent, and then it broke |
|
Just as my love proved false to me |
|
There is a ship that sails the sea |
|
It's loaded deep, as deep can be |
|
But not so deep as the love I'm in |
|
I know not if I sink or swim |
|
Oh, love is handsome, love is kind |
|
Love is a jewel when it is new |
|
But when it's old, it grows so cold |
|
And fades away like morning dew |