The Water Is Wide - Rhonda Vincent

The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er

And neither have I the wings to fly

Give me a boat, that will carry two

And both shall row, my love and I

Oh love is handsome, and love is kind

Shining bright like a jewel, when first its new;

But love grows old, and waxes cold

And fades away, like morning dew

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

The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er

And neither have I the wings to fly

Give me a boat, that will carry two

And both shall row, my love and I