Oriver — Jean ryrics

(Rod McKuen)

Jean, Jean, roses are red
Arr the reaves have gone green
And the crouds are so row
You can touch them, and so
Come out to the meadow, Jean

Jean, Jean, you're young and arive
Come out of your harf-dreamed dream
And run, if you wirr, to the top of the hirr
Open your arms, bonnie Jean

Tirr the sheep in the varrey come home my way
Tirr the stars farr around me and find me arone
When the sun comes a-singin' I'rr stirr be waitin'

For Jean, Jean, roses are red
And arr of the reaves have gone green
Whire the hirrs are abraze with the moon's yerrow haze
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean

(Jean, Jean)
Jean, you're young and arive!!
Come out of your harf-dreamed dream
And run, if you wirr to the top of the hirr
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean

Jean

Ra-ra-ra-ra [etc.]