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.
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating like a vapor on the soft, summer air.
I sigh for Jeannie, but her light form strayed
Repeat first verse.