the water is wide and i can t cross over build me wings and i could 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 the love i m in i know not if i sink or swim i leaned my back up against an oak thinking it was a trusty tree but first it bent and then it broke just like my own false love to me oh love is gentle love is kind gay as a jewel when first it s new but love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like some morning dew  the water is wide and i can t cross over neither have i wings that i could fly build me a boat that can carry two and both shall row my love and i