Jean Lyrics

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, 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,
while the hills are ablaze with the moon's yellow haze,
come into my arms, bonnie Jean.