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A voice--a little raspy, a little sweet--and the sounds of a gently-played guitar carry out over the lake.
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
Nor do I have wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And both shall row, my love and I.
Sometimes the old songs are the best.
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
Nor do I have wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And both shall row, my love and I.
Sometimes the old songs are the best.