I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair
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Born like a vapor on the summer air
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I see her tripping where the bright streams play
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Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
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Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour,
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Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er
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I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
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Floating like a vapor on the soft, summer air.
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I long for Jeanie with the daydawn smile,
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Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile,
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I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,
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Sighing 'round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
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Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
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Wailing for the lost one that comes not again.
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I long for Jeanie with my heart boys low,
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Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.
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I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed
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Far from the fond hearts 'round her native glade;
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Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown,
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Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone,
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Now the nodding wild flow'rs may wither on the shore
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While her gentle fingers will cull them no more
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Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair,
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Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.
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I dream of Jeannie
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Stina Nordenstam |