Traditional

The water is wide and I can't cross over
Neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I.

There is a ship and it sails on the sea
Loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as this {love, hole} I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim.

I leaned my back up against an oak
Thinkin' it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
As my own love proved false to me.

Oh love is gentle, love is kind
Love is sweet is when love is new
But love grows cold as it grows old
And fades away like some morning dew.

Repeat first verse