Flood | Float
The water is wide
I can’t cross o’er
and neither have
I 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 love grows old
and waxes cold
and fades away
like morning dew
There is a ship
and she sails the sea
she’s loaded deep
as deep can be
but not so deep
as the love I’m in
and I know not if
i sink or swim
The water is wide
I can’t cross o’er
and neither have
I wings to fly
give me a boat
that can carry two
and both shall row
my love and I
and both shall row
my love and I
