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
Her eyes they looked me through
A maiden fair
With golden hair
Is very much Like you
The sparkling trout
Beneath the bank
Does leave his hiding place
Autor(es): A.P. Carter
