Bring me a boat to cross to my dear,
I stand here alone, with my sweetheart so near,
Bring to me a boat to cross o’er the Tyne,
For it’s deep murky waters part her heart and mine.
And the Tyne it flows on and out to the sea,
If a boat I am granted then safe let me be,
And gently I’ll go, for gently I’ll row,
As gently you breathe as you ebb and you flow.
Does she know I stand each day on the shore,
Does she know I’d give all to see her once more,
Does she know I’ve wept ten thousand times o’re,
And is she still waiting as she was before.
1 Comment
February 19, 2008 at 4:19 am
That was beautiful, who wrote it?