Jeanie with the light brown hair
Stephen Collins Foster
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: Oh!...
I dream of Jeanie with the
light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor,
on the soft summer air.
I long for Jeanie 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: Oh!...
I long for Jeanie,
and my heart bows low,
Never more to find her
where the bright waters flow.
I sigh for Jeanie,
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 flowers
may wither on the shore
While her gentle fingers will cull
them no more: Oh!...
I sigh for Jeanie with
the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor,
on the soft summer air.