The prime of Miss Jean Brodie. Rod McKuen


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

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  1. Thank you Pancho Vertigen for uploading this neat video collage of scenes from the great thought-provoking movie 'The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie' that I love so much.

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