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 a small canoe
With no one else but you

Do not disturb
My waking dream
The splender of
That winding stream
Flower in my canoe
His eyes they looked me through
There's someone there
With golden hair
Is very much like you

The sparkling trout
Beneath the bank
Does leave his hiding place
Kingfisher on the bough above
So eager to give chase
The spreading branches overhead
The sunlight shing through
When looking dear at you

Do not disturb
My waking dream
The splender of
That winding stream
Flower in my canoe
His eyes they looked me through
There's someone there
With golden hair
Is very much like you