I Dream Of Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair

                                         
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

[ 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
Far from the fond parts 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;

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