The Water Is Wide - Rory Block

The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er

Nor do I have light wings to fly

Build me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea

She’s loaded deep as deep can be

But not so deep as the love I’m in

And I know not how I sink or swim

I leaned my back up against an oak

Thinking he was a trusty tree

But first he bended, and then he broke

And thus did my false love to me

I put my hand into a bush

The sweetest flower there to find

I pricked my finger to the bone

And left the sweetest flower alone

Oh, love is handsome and love is fine

It’s like a gem when first it’s new

But love grows old and waxes cold

And fades away like the morning dew