The Water Is Wide

The Water Is Wide - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

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 row my true love and I

I lean'd my back against an oak

Thinking it was a trusting 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

But love is gentle and love is kind

The sweetest flower when first it's 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 row my true love and I