The Water Is Wide

The water is wide, I cannot get over

Neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall cross my true love and II leaned my back against an oak

Thinking it was a mighty tree

But first it bent and then it broke

So did my love prove false to meI put my hand in some soft bush

Thinking the sweetest flower to find

I pricked my finger to the bone

And left the sweetest flower behindOh, love is handsome and love is kind

Gay as a jewel when it is new

But love grows old and waxes cold

And fades away like the morning dewThe water is wide, I cannot get over

Neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall cross my true love and I