I dream of Jeanie
With the light brown hair
Borne like a vapor
On the summer air
I see her tripping
Where the bright streams play
Happy as the daisies
That dance on her way
Many were the wild notes
Her merry voice would pour
Many were the blithe birds
That warbled them over
I dream of Jeanie
With the light brown hair
Floating like a vapor
On the soft summer air
I sigh for Jeanie
But her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts
Round her native glade;
Her smiles have vanished
And her sweet songs flown
Flitting like the dreams
That have cheered us and gone
Now the nodding wild flowers
May wither on the shore
While her gentle fingers
Will cull them no more
I sigh for Jeanie with
The light brown hair
Floating like a vapor
On the soft summer air
