G
G C G
The water is wide and I can't cross over
Em D
Neither have I wings to fly
[n.c.] Bm C
Build me a boat that can carry two
G D C G/b Am G (C/g G)
And both shall row my love and I.
There is a ship and it sails on the sea
Loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim.
I leaned my back up against an oak
Thinkin' it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
Just like my own false love to me.
Oh love is gentle, love is kind
Gay as a jewel when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like some morning dew.
The water is wide and I can't cross over
Neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I.
Fragments version
From the Time out of Mind sessions, released on BS17: Fragments. Thanks to Michael Freckmann and David Wright for transcriptions.
D /f# G D/f# Dsus4
: . . . : . . . : . . . : . . .
|-----2-----------|-----------3-----|-------2---------|---------3-3-3---|
|-----3-3---------|-------------3-0-|-3-----------3---|-------2-3-3-3---|
|---2---2---2-----|-----2-----------|-------2---2-----|-2---------------|
|-0-------------0-|---0-------------|---0---0-------0-|---0-0-----------|
|-----------------|-------0---------|-----------------|-----------------|
|----(2)--2---2---|-2---2---3-------|-2---2---2---2---|-2---------------|
The water is
D
: . . .
|-2---------------
|-3---------------
|-2---------------
|-0---------------
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wide
Dsus4 D G D
The water is wide and I can’t cross over
Bm A
Had I wings, and I could fly
D G Bm
Build me a boat that could carry two
Bm7 D G A D
And both shall row, my love and I.
There is a ship, and she sails the sea She’s loaded down, as deep can be But not as deep as the love I’m in And I know not I sink or swim.
I leaned my back up against an oak. Thinkin’ it was a trusty tree. But first it bent, and then it broke. Just like my own false love to me.
[Instrumental verse]
Oh love is gentle, and love is kind Gay as a jewel when first it’s new But love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like the morning dew.
The water is wide and I can’t cross over Had I wings and I could fly. Build me a boat that could carry two and both shall row, my love and I.
[Instrumental verse]
