The winter sun is hanging high up in the sky Like a tangerine in crooked cream And soft, cascading lines Singing high and low, and glow and 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 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 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 Turn on, tune in, drop out 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