The Winding Stream - Carlene 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