David Sanborn The Water Is Wide
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
