There Is A Ship                                   
(Peter Paul & Mary)                               
                                                  
There is a ship, and she sails the sea. 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.