Jean - Rod McKuen

Jean - Rod McKuen

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,
the roses are red
all of the leaves have gone green
And the clouds are so low
You can touch them, and so
Come out to the meadow, Jean

While the hills are ablaze
with the moon's yellow haze
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
Jean