The Water is Wide

The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er

And neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea

She's loaded deep as deep can be

But not so deep as the love I'm in

I know not if I sink or swim

When cockle shells turn silver bells

Then will my love come back to me?

When roses bloom in winter's gloom

Then will my love return to me?

Then will my love return to me?

Return to me