The Water is Wide

The Water is Wide - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

The water is wide I cannot get over

Neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall cross my true love and I

I leaned 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 flower to find

I pricked my finger to the bone

And left the sweetest flower behind

Oh love is handsome and love is kind

Gay as a jewel when it is new

Oh when it is new

But love grows old and waxes cold

And fades away like morning dew

The water is wide I cannot get over

Neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall cross my true love and I