The water is wide, I cannot cross oer And neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I A ship there is and she sails the sea Shes loaded deep as deep can be But not so deep as the love Im in I know not if I sink or swim When cockle shells turn silver bells Then will my love come back to me? When roses bloom in winters gloom Then will my love return to me? Then will my love return to me? Return to me
return, deep, cockle, love, oer