Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair - John McCormack

I dream of Jeannie 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 o'er

Oh! I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair

Floating, like a vapor, on the soft, summer air

I long for Jeannie with the day dawn 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

Oh! I long for Jeannie, and my heart bows low

Never more to find her where the bright waters flow

I sigh for Jeannie, 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 flow'rs may wither on the shore

While her gentle fingers will cull them no more

Oh! I sigh for Jeannie with the light brown hair

Floating like a vapor, on the soft summer air