The water is wide, I can´t cross over

and neither I have wings to fly

give me a boat that can carry two

and both shall row - my love and I



Now 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



There is a ship, 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 I have wings to fly

give me a boat that can carry two

and both shall row - my love and I