The Winding Stream
Johnny Cash
Verse 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. 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. Verse 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 sunrise peeking through When looking dear at 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.