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 their gentle voices calling:
Poor old Joe

I'm coming, I'm coming
For my head is bending low
I hear their 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 dewdrops are waiting for thee
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd 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!


Oh Come where my love lies dreaming.
So sweetly dreaming the happy hours away,
Dreaming away
Dreaming away

