This week's theme is "wide"
The water is wide
And I cannot get o'er;
Nor yet have I
The wings to fly;
Bring me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row -
My love and I.
Down in the meadow
The other day,
Gathering flowers
Both bright and gay,
Gathering flowers,
Both red and blue,
I little thought
What love can do.
I leaned my back
Against an oak,
Thinking it was
A trusty tree,
But first it bent
And then it broke,
Just like my own
False loving be.
Oh love is gentle
And love is kind,
Bright as a jewel
When first it's new,
But love grows old
And waxes cold
And fades away
Like the morning dew.
There is a ship
And it sails the sea;
It's loaded deep
As deep can be,
But not so deep
As this love I'm in.
I know not if
I sink or swim.
The water is wide
And I cannot get o'er,
Nor yet have I
The wings to fly;
Bring me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row -
My love and I.
I found a very nice version of this old Irish song by Vangelis. Just click on the radio to hear the music.
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