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The Water Is Wide - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
The water is wide I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my true love and I
I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusting tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me
I put my hand in some soft bush
Thinking the sweetest flow'r to find
I prick'd my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flow'r behind
Oh love is handsome and love is kind
Gay as a jewel when it is 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 wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my true love and I