Jean, Jean, roses are red All the leaves have gone greenAnd the clouds are so low You can touch them and soCome out to the meadow, Jean Jean, Jean, you're young and aliveCome out of your half-dream, JeanJean, Jean, you're young and aliveAnd run, if you will, to the top of the hillOpen your arms, Bonnie JeanTill the sheep in the valley come home by wayTill the stars fall around me and find meAlone, when the sun comes a-singingI'll still be waiting for Jean, JeanRoses are redAnd all the leaves have gone greenWhile the hills are ablazeWith the moon and the moonAnd all the leaves, yellow hazeCome into my arms, Bonnie JeanJean, Jean, you're young and aliveCome out of your half-dream, JeanAnd run, if you will, to the top of the hillTo the top of the hillCome into my arms, Bonnie Jean, Jean, you're young and aliveCome out of your half-dream, Jean Jean, Jean, you're young and aliveLa la la la la la la la la