The river is wide, I cannot see,nNor do I have light wings to fly,nBuild me a boat that can carry two,nAnd both shall row, my love and I.nnMy love is like the lofty tree, nIt shudders fierce and then sways free,nIf it should fade, nWhen the Summer’s through,nShe’ll bloom again, nWhen the Spring shines through.nWhen love is young, then love is fine,nJust like a gem when first it’s new,nBut love grows old, and waxes cold,nAnd fades away like the morning dew.nnThe river is wide, I cannot see,nNor do I have light wings to fly,nBuild me a boat that can carry two,nAnd both shall row, my love and I.n