The water is wideI can't cross upAnd neither haveHighwings to flyGive me a boatThat I can carry twoAndboth shall rowMy love and IOh love is gentle and love is kindsweetest flowerswhen first it's newbut love grows oldThereis a shipShe sails the seaShe's loaded deepAs deep can be Deep can be,but not as deep as the love I'm insink or swimthe water is blindI can't cross overI