The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, And neither have I wings to fly. Give me a boat that will carry two, And both shall row, my love and I. O, down in the meadows the other day, A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay, A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue, I little thought what love can do. I leaned my back against some oak Thinking that he was a trusty tree; But first he bended, and then he broke, And so did my false love to me. A ship there is, and she sails the sea, She's loaded deep as deep can be, But not so deep as the love I'm in; I know not if I sink or swim. O, love is handsome and love is fine, And love's a jewel while it is new, But when it is old, it groweth cold, And fades away like morning dew.
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, And neither have I wings to fly. Give me a boat that will carry two, And both shall row, my love and I. O, down in the meadows the other day, A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay, A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue, I little thought what love can do. I leaned my back against some oak Thinking that he was a trusty tree; But first he bended, and then he broke, And so did my false love to me. A ship there is, and she sails the sea, She's loaded deep as deep can be, But not so deep as the love I'm in; I know not if I sink or swim. O, love is handsome and love is fine, And love's a jewel while it is new, But when it is old, it groweth cold, And fades away like morning dew.
