Oh, give to me a winding stream, it must not be too wide
Where waving leaves from maple trees meet from either side
The water must be deep enough to float our 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
The sparkling trout beneath the bank doth leave his hiding place
Kingfisher there from the bough above so eager to give chase
The spreading branches overhead, the sunrise peeping through
When looking down at you
Oh do not disturb my waking dream,
and the splendor of that winding stream
Oh flower in my canoe, her eyes, they looked me through
A maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you
A maiden fair with golden hair is very much like you