The Water Is Wide

The water is wide, I cannot 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 so deep as the love I'm in I know not if I sink or swim When cockle shells turn silver bells Then will my love come back to me? When roses bloom in winter's gloom Then will my love return to me? Then will my love return to me? Return to me