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

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