Winding Stream
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 chase
The spreading branches overhead, 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
