The water is wide - Ukulele Picnic

The water is wide

I can't cross over

And neither have the 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 to sea

She's loaded deep as deep can be

But not as deep as the love I'm in

I know not how I sink or swim

The water is wide

I can't cross over

And neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row, my love and I