The Mills Brothers - Jean

^CHum^{Em C Em C Em C Em} [Verse 1] ^CJean, ^EmJean, ^Froses are ^Gred, ^CAll the ^Amleaves have gone gre^Fen, ^G And the cl^Couds are so ^C7low you can tou^Fch them, and^Dm7 so, ^Fcome out to the m^Geadow, Je^Can.

^CJean, ^EmJean, you're you^Fng and ali^Gve, ^CCome out of your ^Amhalf-dreamed dr^Feam, ^G And ^Crun, if you ^C7will, to the t^Fop of the h^Dm7ill, Op^Fen your a^Grms, bonnie Je^Can.

^FTill the ^Dmsheep in the valley come ho^Cme my wa^C7y, ^FTill the s^Dmtars fall around me and f^Cind me a^C7lone, ^FWhen the s^Dmun comes a-singin', I'll s^Ctil^Dm7l be^C w^Emaitin' f^Gor...

^CJean, ^EmJean, ^Froses are ^Gred, And ^Call the l^Ameaves have gone gre^Fen, ^G While the h^Cills are a^C7blaze with the moo^Fn's yellow ^Dm7haze,^F Come into my a^Grms, bonnie Jea^Cn.

J^Cean, J^Emean, you're yo^Fung and al^Give, ^CCome out of your ^Amhalf-dreamed dr^Feam, ^G And ^Crun, if you ^C7will, to the t^Fop of the h^Dm7ill, C^Fome into my a^Grms, bonnie Je^Can.