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--------------- |----------------- |----------------- 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]