The Water is Wide

The water is wide, I can not cross o’ver
And neither have I the wings to fly

Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my true love and I

A ship there is and she sails the seas
She’s laden deep, as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I’m in
And I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back up against a young oak
Thinking he were a trusty tree
but first he bend and then he broke
Thus did my love prove false to me

O love is handsome and love is fine
Bright as a jewel when first it’s new
But love grows old and waxes cold

And fades away like the morning dew…