She's 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 against an oak,
Thinking it was a trusty tree.
But first it bent, and then it broke,
Just as my love grew false to me.
Oh, love is gentle and love is kind.
The sweetest flower when first it's new.
But love grows old and waxes cold,
And fades away like the mornin' dew.
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er.
Neither have I the wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.