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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

Oh love is gentle
and love is kind
the sweetest flower
when first it's new
but love grows old
and waxes cold
and fades a way
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 how
I sink on 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 both shall row
my love and I

and both shall row
my love and I