I dream of jeannie with the light brown hair about suicide?

I dream of jeannie with the light brown hair about suicide?

I always got the impression that the very old pop standard I Dream Of Jeannie with the light brown hair was about a guy mourning his girlfriend who had killed herself. Is this accurate or not?

I dream of jeannie with the light brown hair about suicide?

I wouldn't say it's about suicide.

It could either be about a small-town girl who has moved away, or it could be that she has died.

I dream of jeannie with the light brown hair about suicide?

It is what you want it to be.

I dream of jeannie with the light brown hair about suicide?

"Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair" is a 1854 song by the American songwriter Stephen Foster. It was written for his wife, Jane McDowall, who would end up leaving him as his life declined in later years.

As it turned out, the first line of "Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair" inspired the name of the 1960s genie-related sitcom I Dream of Jeannie; incidentally, the title character had blond hair. Additionally, the song was also adapted into an anime series called The Girl in the Wind: Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair.

The song would also be referenced by singer/songwriter Tom Waits in his song, Sins of the Father, and the current NBC show Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, when Harriet Hayes tells costar Jeannie to "Eat 'em up, Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair."

Lyrics

I dream of Jeanie 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:

Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,

Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.

I long for Jeanie 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:

Oh! I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low,

Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.

I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed

Far from the fond hearts round her native glade;

Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown,

Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone.

Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore

While her gentle fingers will cull them no more:

Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair,

Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.