The Winding Stream - The Carter Family

O 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 splendour of

That winding stream

Flower in my canoe

Her eyes they look me through

A maiden fair 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 sunrise peeping through

When looking, dear, at you