[00:10.70]I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair
[00:21.92]Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air
[00:32.27]I see her tripping where the bright streams play
[00:43.12]Happy as the daisies that dance on her way
[00:53.72]Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour
[01:04.15]Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o鈥檈r
[01:14.03]Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair
[01:24.69]Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air
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[02:18.59]Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore
[02:29.06]While her gentle fingers will cull them no more
[02:38.21]I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair
[02:50.31]Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air