Jean

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, you're young and alive
Come out of your half dream, dream
And run if you will to the top of the hill
Open your arms, Bonnie Jean

‘Till the sheep 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 waiting

For Jean, Jean, the roses are red
And all the leaves have gone green
And the clouds are so low
You can touch them in the sun
Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean

All the hills are a blaze
With a warm yellow haze
Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean
Come into my arms, Jean