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