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.