JEAN
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
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´ that I´ll still be waitin´ for...
...Jean,
Jean, the roses are red
All the
leaves have gone green
While the
hills are ablaze with the moon´s yellow haze
Come into
my arms, bonnie Jean!
And go,
if you will, to the top of the hill
Come into
my arms, bonnie Jean!
Come into
my arms, bonnie Jean!