I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair Born like a vapor in 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 long for Jeannie 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
I long for Jeannie and my heart boys low Never more to find her where the bright waters flowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
