The Water is Wide

Dedicated to Alger 文海...

The sea means so much to me,

its horizon, so vast and free...

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er.
And neither have I the wings to fly.
Build me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.

A ship there is and she sails the seas.
She's loaded deep, as deep can be;
But not as deep as the love I'm in
And I know not if I sink or swim.

I leaned my back up against a young oak,
Thinking he was a trusty tree;
But first he bend and then he broke,
And so did my false love to me.

 I reached my finger into some soft bush,
Thinking the fairest flower to find;
I pricked my finger to the bone,
And left the fairest flower behind.

O love is handsome and love is fine,
And loves a jewel while it's new;
But love grows old and waxes cold,
And fades away like the morning dew.

  Must I go bound while you go free?
Must I love a man who doesn't love me?
Must I be born with so little art?
As to love a man who'll break my heart?

When cockle shells turn silver bells,

Then will my love come back to me;

When roses bloom in winter's gloom,

Then will my love return to me…