Jean.    Jean.    ros  - es  are    red,
all   the   leaves   have    gone     green;______
and the  clouds   are   so  low,  you can  touch   them  and so 
come    out     to    the  mead-ow,        Jean.

Jean.    Jean,    you're   young    and     a     -     live;
come out   of your  half   - dreamed     dream;______
and  run,  if     you    will,     to   the     top    
of   the hill;   o-pen  your arms,   bon-nie   Jean.____

Till  the  sheep   in   the val-ley  come home   my  way,
till  the stars   fall a-round me  and find   me   a-lone,
when  the    sun   comes  a   sing-in', 
I'll  still  be   wait - in'.    

Jean,     Jean,    the  ros  - es  are    red,
all   the   leaves   have    gone     green;______
and the hills   are   a-blaze  with the moon's  yel-low haze;
come in-to my arms,    bon-nie     Jean.

Till  the  sheep   in   the val-ley  come home   my  way,
till  the stars   fall a-round me  and find   me   a-lone,
when  the    sun   comes  a   sing-in', 
I'll  still  be   wait - in'.  

Jean,     Jean,    the  ros  - es  are    red,
all   the   leaves   have    gone     green;______
and the hills   are   a-blaze  with the moon's  yel-low haze;
come in-to my arms,    bon-nie     Jean.

Words and Music by Rod McKuen