Neither have I the wings to fly


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 proved false to me.
Oh love is gentle and love is kind
The sweetest flow'r 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.

Reader Comments