Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. He sits quietly under every tree --- In the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from the empty acorn cup The dew that dawn sweetly bestows. And taps his cane upon the ground --- Signals the snowdrops it's time to grow.
It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green --- No place to dance, no time for song. He wears the colours of the summer soldier --- Carries the green flag all the winter long.
Jack, do you never sleep --- Does the green still run deep in your heart? Or will these changing times, Motorways, powerlines, Keep us apart? Well, I don't think so --- I saw some grass growing through the pavements today.
The rowan, the oak and the holly tree Are the charges left for you to groom. Each blade of grass whispers Jack-In-The-Green. Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night. And we are the berries on the holly tree. Oh, the mistlethrush is coming. Jack, put out the light.