By Anonymous
Date: 21 April 1999

The Water is Wide

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

There is a ship 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 if I sink or swim

For 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

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent, and then it broke
Will my love do the same to me?

Must I go bound while he goes free
Must I love a man who can't love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who'll break my heart

When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love lie next to me
When roses bloom in winter's gloom
Then will my love at last be free

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