Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are my friends
From the cotton fields away

Gone from the Earth
To a better place I know
I hear the gentle voices calling
Poor old Joe

I'm coming
For my head is bending low
I hear the gentle voices calling
Poor old Joe

I dream of Jeannie 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
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft, summer air

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me
Starlight and dew drops are waiting for thee
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day
Lull'd by the moonlight have all passed away
Beautiful dreamer, Queen of my song
List while I woo thee with soft melody
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me

O come where my love lies dreaming
So sweetly dreaming the happy hours away
Dreaming away
Dreaming away.
