The water is wide, I can't cross over
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And neither have I wings to fly
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Give me a boat that can carry two
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And both shall row, my love and I
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Oh, love is gentle and love is kind
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The sweetest flower when first it's new
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But love grows old and waxes cold
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And fades away like morning dew
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There is a ship and she sails to sea
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She's loaded deep as deep can be
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But not as deep as the love I'm in
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I know not how I sink or swim
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The water is wide, I can't cross over
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And neither have I wings to fly
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Give me a boat that can carry two
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And both shall row, my love and I
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Water Is Wide
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| Karla Bonoff |
