The water is wide, I can't cross o'er And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I There is a ship, 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 how I sink or swim Oh love is handsome and love is fine The sweetest flower when first it's new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like summer dew Though I may speak with tongues of fire And have the gift to all inspire And have not love, my words are vain As sounding brass, and hopeless gain The water is wide, I can't cross o'er And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I