Over And Over

The water is wide, I can't cross over 
  and neither have I wings to fly 
  give me a boat that can carry two 
  and both shall row - my love and I 

  There is a ship, she sails the sea 
  she's loaded deep as deep can be 
  but not as deep as the love I'm in 
  I know not how I sink or swim 

  Now 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 morning dew