Jean

Jean, Jean, the roses are red

All the leaves have gone green

And the clouds are so low

You can touch them, and so

Come out to the meadow, Jean

Jean, Jean, you're young and alive

Come out of your half-dreamed dream

And run, if you will, to the top of the hill

Open your arms, Bonnie Jean

Till the sheep in the valley come home my way

Till the stars fall around me and find me alone

When the sun comes a-singin', I'll still be waitin'

For Jean, Jean, roses are red

And all of the leaves have gone green

And the hills are ablaze with the moon's yellow haze

Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean

And the clouds are so low

You can touch them, and so

Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean