Jean, Jean, roses are redAll the leaves have gone greenAnd the clouds are so lowYou can touch them, and soCome out to the meadow, JeanJean, Jean, you're young and aliveCome out of your half-dreamed dreamAnd run, if you will, to the top of the hillOpen your arms, bonnie JeanTill the sheep in the valley come home my wayTill the stars fall around me and find me aloneWhen the sun comes a-singin' I'll still be waitin'For Jean, Jean, roses are redAnd all of the leaves have gone greenWhile the hills are ablaze with the moon's yellow hazeCome into my arms, bonnie JeanJean, you're young and alive!!Come out of your half-dreamed dreamAnd run, if you will to the top of the hillCome into my arms, bonnie JeanJeanLa-la-la-la, etc.