Johnny Cash - The winding stream

Oh, ^Ggive to me a winding stream It must not be too ^Dwide

^D7Do meet from either ^Gside. The water must be deep enough To ^G7float a small ^Ccanoe, With ^Dno one else but ^Gyou.

Oh ^Gdo not disturb my waking ^Ddream And the splendor of ^D7my winding ^Gstream, Flower in my canoe her e^G7yes they looked me t^Chrough. My maiden fair with ^Ggolden hair is ^Dvery much like ^Gyou.

^GThe sparkling trout beneath the bank Does leave his hiding ^Dplace.

So ^D7eager to give ^Gchase. The spreading branches overhead, The ^G7sunrise peeking ^Cthrough, When ^Dlooking, dear, at ^Gyou.

Oh ^Gdo not disturb my waking ^Ddream And the splendor of ^D7my winding ^Gstream, Flower in my canoe her e^G7yes they looked me t^Chrough. My maiden fair with ^Ggolden hair is ^Dvery much like ^Gyou.