The Winding Stream

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