Jean, Jean, the roses are red And 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 I'll wait Till the stars fall around me and find me alone When the sun comes a-singin' I'll still be waitin'
Jean, Jean, the roses are red And all the leaves have gone green And the clouds are so low You can touch them, and so Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
All the hills are ablaze With the morn's yellow haze Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
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