The water is wide, I cannot get o'er Neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall cross my true love and I
I lean'd my back against an oak Thinking it was a mighty tree But first it bent and then it broke So did my love prove false to me
I put my hand in some soft bush Thinking the sweetest flow'r to find I prick'd my finger to the bone And left the sweetest flow'r behind
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
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er Neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall cross my true love and I.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
