Oh give to me a winding stream

It must not be too wide

Where waving leaves from maple trees

Do meet from either side

The water must be deep enough

To float our small canoe

With no one else but you

O! do not disturb my waking dream

And the splendor of my winding stream

Flower in my canoe, her eyes they looked me through

My maiden fair with golden hair

Is very much like you

The sparkling trout beneath the bank

Does leave his hiding place

Kingfisher there from the bough above

So eager to give to chase

The spreading branches over head

The sunrise peeping through

When looking down at you

O! Do not disturb my waking dream

And the splendor of that winding stream

O! Flower in my canoe, her eyes they looked me through

A maiden fair with golden hair

Is very much like you