The winter sun is hanging high up in the sky Like a tangerine in crooked cream and soft, cascading lines Singing high and low, a growing glow across the horizon line It reminds me of a time of mine with eyes that open wide and drown the light Turn on, tune in, drop out Pay the piper with a paper slip Eyes open, trip on it Oh, Clementine You'll never be mine I'll never be yours Oh, Clementine You'll never be mine I hate to see you die before you're born Now is the winter of your discontent (I hear you shivering) We're the disenchanted children And we, and we won't stand for this We spread like a cancerous brain We'll put you in an early grave We gave up We gave you everything you could hold (and watched as you explode) Turn on, tune in, drop out Pay the piper with a paper slip Eyes open, trip on it Oh, Clementine You'll never be mine I'll never be yours Oh, Clementine You'll never be mine I hate to see you die before you're born ♪ Oh, Clementine You'll never be mine I'll never be yours Oh, Clementine You'll never be mine I hate to see you die before you're born Oh, Clementine You'll never be mine I'll never be yours Oh, Clementine You'll never be mine I hate to see you die before you're born