Letra de «The Winding Stream»
Oh give to me a winding stream it must not be too wide
Where waving leaves from maple trees meet from either side
The water must be deep enough to float our small canoe
With no one else but you
Oh 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 chase The spreading branches overhead the sunlight peeping through When looking down at you
Oh do not disturb my waking dream And the splendor of that winding stream Oh flower in my canoe her eyes they looked me through A maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you A maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you
Oh 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 chase The spreading branches overhead the sunlight peeping through When looking down at you
Oh do not disturb my waking dream And the splendor of that winding stream Oh flower in my canoe her eyes they looked me through A maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you A maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you
