The Water is Wide
The water is wide, I cannot
get over
Neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.
O love is handsome and love
is kind,
Gay as a jewel when it is new.
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning
dew.
Lied aus dem 16. Jh.