(A.P.Carter)
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Oh give to me a winding stream
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It must not be too wide
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Where waving leaves from maple trees
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Do meet from either side
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The water must be deep enough
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To float a small canoe
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With no one else but you
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Do not disturb my waking dream
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The splendor of that winding stream
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Flower in my canoe, his eyes they looked me through
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That someone there with golden hair
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Is very much like you
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The sparkling trout beneath the bank
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Does leave his hiding place
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Kingfisher from the bough above
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So eager to give to chase
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The spreading branches over head
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The sunlight peeping through
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Reminding me of you
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Do not disturb my waking dream
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The splendor of that winding stream
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Flower in my canoe, his eyes they looked me through
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That someone there with golden hair
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Is very much like you
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The Winding Stream
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| Carlene Carter |
