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.