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,
keep us apart?
well, i don’t think so —
i saw some gr*ss growing through the pavements today.
the rowan, the oak and the holly tree
are the charges left for you to groom.
each blade of gr*ss 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.