T here is a ship a nd she sails the s ea
S he's loaded d eep a s deep can b e
B ut not as d eep as the love I'm in
I know not i f I si nk or sw im
I leaned my b ack against an oak
T hinking it wa s a t rusty tree
B ut first it bent and then it brok e
J ust as my l ove pr oved fal se to me
O h love is ge ntle and love is kind
T he sweetes t flo wer when first it's new
B ut love gr ows ol d and waxes cold
A nd fades aw ay lik e the mornin' dew
T he water is w ide I cannot g et o'er
N either have I the wings to fl y
G ive me a b oat th at can carry two
A nd both sha ll row my love an d I