Texty: The Irish Tenors. Ireland. The Water IS Wide.

The water's wide, I can't swim o'er
And nor have I the wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

Now love is gentle, love is kind
It's like a flower when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew

There is a ship, she sails the sea
She's laden deep, as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not where I'll sink or swim

The water's wide I can't swim o'er
And nor have I the wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I