The Winding Stream - Johnny Cash

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 does leave his hiding place

Kingfisher there from the bough above so eager to give chase

The spreading branches overhead the sunlight 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