The water's wide, I cannot get over
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And neither have I wings to fly
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Give me a boat that'll carry two
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And both shall row, my love and I
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Where love is planted oh there it grows
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It grows and blossoms like a rose
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It has a sweet and pleasant smell
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No flower on earth can it excel
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The ship there is and she sails the sea
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She's loaded deep as deep can be
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But not so deep as the love I'm in
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I know not if I sink or swim
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Oh, love is gentle, 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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The Water Is Wide
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| Hayley Westenra |
