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
Her eyes they looked me through
A maiden fair
With golden hair
Is very much like you

The sparkling trout
Beneath the bank
Does leave his hiding place
King fisher
From the bow above
So eager to give chase
The spreading branches
Overhead
The sunlight peeking through
When looking dear at you