Have you seen Jack-in-the-Green
With his long tail hanging down?
He quietly sits 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.
