There is a ship
And 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 if
I sink or swim.

I leaned my back
Against an oak
Thinking it was
A trusty tree.
But first it bent
And then it broke,
Just as my love
Proved false to me.

Oh, 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 the morning dew.

The water is wide
I cannot get o'er;
Neither have I
The 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.