The Winding Stream

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