Have you ever 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 came upon the ground -
Signals the snow-drops, 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 winter long

Jack do you never sleep - does the green still
Run deep in your heart?
Or will these changing times, motorways, power-lines
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 him 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 Mistle Thrush is coming, Jack, put out the light!».