The Water Is Wide

 (Trad.) (C3)
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er.
Neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two.
and both shall cross, my true love and I.

I leaned my back against an oak,
thinking it was a mighty tree.
But first it bent and then it broke,
so did my love prove false to me.

I put my hand in some soft bush,
thinking the sweetest flower to find.
I pricked my finger to the bone,
and left the sweetest flower behind.

Oh, love is handsome and love is kind.
Gay as a jewel when it is new.
But love grows old and waxes cold,
and fades away like morning dew.

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er.
Neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two.
and both shall cross, my true love and I.