The Water is Wide
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(Traditional)
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 and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep, as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not how I sink or swim
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
I leaned my back up against some oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree
But first he bended, and then he broke
And so did my false love to me.
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