Michael Manring
The Water Is Wide
The water is wide, I can't cross overand neither I have wings to flygive me a boat that can carry twoand both shall row - my love and INow love is gentle, and love is kindthe sweetest flower when first it's newbut love grows old, and waxes coldand fades away like morning dewThere is a ship, she sails the seashe's loaded deep as deep can bebut not as deep as the love I'm inI know not how I sink or swimThe water is wide, I can't cross overand neither I have wings to flygive me a boat that can carry twoand both shall row - my love and Iand both shall row - my love and I
From Letras Mania