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, his eyes, they looked me through   That someone there 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 sunlight peeping through   Reminding me of you      Do not disturb my waking dream, the splendor of that winding stream   Flower in my canoe, his eyes, they looked me through   That someone there with golden hair is very much like you