Jean

Jean, Jean, roses are red
And all of the leaves have gone green
And the clouds are so low you can touch 'em, and so
Come out of 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-singing, I'll still be waiting

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

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
Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean