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.
Oh do not disturb my waking dream
And the splendor of my winding stream,
Flower in my canoe her eyes they looked me through.
My maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you.
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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 sunrise peeking through,
When looking, dear, at you.
Oh do not disturb my waking dream
And the splendor of my winding stream,
Flower in my canoe her eyes they looked me through.
My maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you.