The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er But Neither have I the wings to fly. Build me a boat, that will carry two, And both shall row, my love and I. A ship there is, and she sails the sea, I know not if I sink or swim. She's laden deep as deep can be, But not so deep as the love I'm in. I leaned my back on a pride young oak, I thought it was a trusty tree. But first it bended, and then it broke, And so my love proved false to me. O love is fair and love is fine, Bright as a rose, when first it's new; But love grows old, and sometimes cold And fades away like the morning dew.