KARLA BONOFF

The Water Is Wide

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 away like morning dew

There is a ship and she sails the sea
She is 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.