Jeanie With The Light Brown Hair (Stephen Foster)

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I dream of Jean-ie with the light brown hair,
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Borne like a va-por on the sum-mer air;
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I see her trip-ping 
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where the bright streams play,
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Hap-py as the dais-ies that dance on her way.
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Man-y were the wild notes 
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her mer-ry voice would pour,
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Man-y were the blithe birds 
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that war-bled them o'er:
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I dream of Jean-ie with the light brown hair,
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Float-ing, like a va-por, 
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on the soft sum-mer 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,
Waiting for the lost one that comes not again:
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.