The water is wide

The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
And neither I, the wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And we shall row, my love and I

There is a ship that sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I miss
And I know not if I'll sink or swim.

Now love is gentle and love is kind
The sweetest flower, when first it blooms
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew.

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent, and then it broke
And so my false love did onto me