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