(Pat Conroy)
The water is wide, I can’t cross over
and neither I have wings to fly
give me a boat that can carry two
and both shall row – my love and I
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
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
The water is wide, I can’t cross over
and neither I have wings to fly
give me a boat that can carry two
and both shall row – my love and I
and both shall row – my love and I