The Winding Stream

<p>Oh give to me a winding stream it must not be too wide<br/>Where waving leaves from maple trees meet from either side<br/>The water must be deep enough to float our small canoe<br/>With no one else but you<br/><br/>Oh do not disturb my waking dream<br/>And the splendor of my winding stream<br/>Flower in my canoe her eyes they looked me through<br/>My maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you<br/><br/>The sparkling trout beneath the bank does leave his hiding place<br/>Kingfisher there from the bough above so eager to give chase<br/>The spreading branches overhead the sunlight peeping through<br/>When looking down at you<br/><br/>Oh do not disturb my waking dream<br/>And the splendor of that winding stream<br/>Oh flower in my canoe her eyes they looked me through<br/>A maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you<br/>A maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you