금발의 제니

 

 

Jeannie with the light brown hair 

                                       Foster

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 sigh for Jeannie, but her light form strayed

Far from the fond parts round her native glade;

Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown

Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone.