| The Winding Stream |
| Carlene Carter |
| 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 |
| Solo |
| The sparkling trout beneath the bank |
| Does leave his hiding place |
| Kingfisher from the bough above |
| So eager to give to chase |
| The spreading branches over head |
| 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 |