(A.P.Carter)



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 a small canoe

With no one else but you



Do not disturb my waking dream

The splendor of that winding stream

Flower in my canoe, his eyes they looked me through

That someone there with golden hair

Is very much like you



The sparkling trout beneath the bank

Does leave his hiding place

Kingfisher from the bough above

So eager to give to chase

The spreading branches over head

The sunlight peeping through

Reminding me of you



Do not disturb my waking dream

The splendor of that winding stream

Flower in my canoe, his eyes they looked me through

That someone there with golden hair

Is very much like you