Joan Baez — The Water Is Wide

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 cross my true love and I I lean'd 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 flow'r to find I prick'd my finger to the bone And left the sweetest flow'r behind O love is handsome and love is kind Gay as a jewel when it is 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 cross my true love and I