I dream of Jeannie 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 o'er



I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair

Floating like a vapor on the soft, summer air



I long for Jeannie with the daydawn smile

Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile

I hear her melodies, like joys gone by

Sighing 'round my heart o'er 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 Jeannie with my heart boys low

Never more to find her where the bright waters flow