| Jean, Jean, roses are red
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| All the leaves have gone green
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| And the clouds are so low
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| You can touch them, and so
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| Come out to the meadow, Jean
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| Jean, Jean, you’re young and alive
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| Come out of your half-dreamed dream
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| And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
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| Open your arms, bonnie Jean
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| Till the sheep in the valley come home my way
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| Till the stars fall around me and find me alone
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| When the sun comes a-singin' I’ll still be waitin'
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| For Jean, Jean, roses are red
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| And all of the leaves have gone green
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| While the hills are ablaze with the moon’s yellow haze
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| Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
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| (Jean, Jean)
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| Jean, you’re young and alive!
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| Come out of your half-dreamed dream
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| And run, if you will to the top of the hill
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| Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
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| Jean
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| La-la-la-la |