The water is wide, I cannot get o'er, And neither have I wings to fly. Give me a boat that will carry two, And both shall row, my love and I. Where love is planted, O there it grows, It grows and blossoms like a rose. It has a sweet and pleasant smell, No flower on earth can it excel. A ship there is, and she sails the sea, She's loaded deep, as deep can be, And not so deep as the love I feel, I know not if I sink or swim. For love is handsome, and love is fine, And love's a jewel, and it is new. But rain it is, and it grows some more, And fades away like morning dew. www.mooji.org