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 love shall grow, my love and I.
A love is gentle and love is kind
the sweetest flower when it first it's new
but love grows olds and waxes cold
and fades away like morning dew.
Mmm oooohhh
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 how, I sink or swim
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 love shall grow, my love and I,
and love shall grow, my love and I.
