The water is wide; I can't cross over, and neither have I got wings to fly,
Give me a boat that can carry two, and both shall row - my love and I.

Oh, love is gentle and love is kind, the sweetest flower when first it's new,
But the only love never waxing cold is the love he offers to me and you.

Give me a boat that can carry two, and both shall row - my love and I.

There's a ship and she sails the sea; she's loaded deep as deep can be,
And even deeper than the love I'm in; if I step on board, then our love begins,
Got to step on board, let our love begin.

Water is wide and I've got to cross over,
The water is wide and I've got to cross over,
Water is wide and I've got to cross over.