Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair

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 o'er.

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,

floating like a vapor on the summer air.

I sigh for Jeanie but her light form's fled, far from the fond heart 'round her native glade. Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown, flitting like the

dreams that have cheered or undone.

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

summer air.