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