POR AMOR AL ARTE

The river is wide, I cannot see

Nor do I have light wings to fly

There'll be a boat that can carry two

And both shall row, my love and I

My love is like the lofty tree

It shudders fears and then sways free

If it should fade when the summer's through

She'll bloom again when Spring shines through

When love is young, then love is fine

Just like a gem when first it's new

But love grows old and waxes cold

and fades away like the morning dew

The river is wide, I cannot see

Nor do I have light wings to fly

There'll be a boat that can carry two

And both shall row, my love and I