Из альбома: Barcarolle
The water is wide, I cannot get over
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I.
I put my hand into some soft bush
thinking the sweetest flower to find.
I pricked my finger to the bone
and left the sweetest flower alone.
I leaned my back up against some oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree,
But first he bended and then he broke,
And so did my false love to me.
A ship there is and she sails the sea.
She's loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I'm in.
I know not how to sink or swim.
O love is handsome and love is fine,
And love's a jewel while it is new.
But love grows old and it waxes cold,
and fades away like morning dew