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