The water is Fwide, Bb I cannot cross over.
Neither Dmhave I the wings to Gmfly.
C7Give me a Amboat that can carry Bbtwo
and both shall C7row, my love and FI.
I leaned my back against an oak,
Thinking it was a mighty 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 flower to find,
I pricked my finger to the bone,
And left the sweetest flower behind.
Oh, love is handsome; love is fine,
As as a jewel when it is new,
But love grows old and waxes cold,
And fades away like morning dew.