Jean

Jean, Jean, roses are red

All of 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

'Til the sheep in the valley come home my way

'Til the stars fall around me and find me alone

When the sun comes a-singin'

I'll still be waiting

Jean, Jean, the roses are red

All of the leaves have gone green

And the hills are ablaze

With a warm, shallow haze

Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean

When the sun comes a-singin'

I'll still be waiting

Jean, Jean, the roses are red

All of the leaves are so green

And the clouds are so low

You can touch them and so

Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean