I Dream Of Jeannie

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair
Born 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 Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating like a vapor on the soft, summer air

I long for Jeanie with the daydawn smile
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing 'round my heart over the fond hopes that die

Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again

I long for Jeanie with my heart boys low
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow