Carlene Carter - The Winding Stream Lyrics
Oh give to me a winding streamIt must not be too wideWhere waving leaves from maple treesDo meet from either sideThe water must be deep enoughTo float a small canoeWith no one else but youDo not disturb my waking dreamThe splendor of that winding streamFlower in my canoe, his eyes they looked me throughThat someone there with golden hairIs very much like youThe sparkling trout beneath the bankDoes leave his hiding placeKingfisher from the bough aboveSo eager to give to chaseThe spreading branches over headThe sunlight peeping throughReminding me of youDo not disturb my waking dreamThe splendor of that winding streamFlower in my canoe, his eyes they looked me throughThat someone there with golden hairIs very much like you