The water is wide I can not cross over And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall roam my love and I A ship there is and she sails the sea Sailing as deep as deep can be But not so deep as the love I am in I know not how I sink or swim I leaned my back against some young oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree But first he bent and then he broke And thus did my false love and me The water is wide I can not cross over And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall roam my love and I