The water is wide (Somerset, Scottish Folksong ) 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 ..