Jean

Jean, Jean, 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, bonnie 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

'Til the sheep in the valley come home my way

'Til the stars fall around me and find me, I pray

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

Jean, Jean, the 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

'Til the sheep in the valley come home my way

'Til the stars fall around me and find me, I pray

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