Jack-In-The-Green
Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?With his long tail hanging down.Quietly he sits under every tree ---in the folds of his velvet gown.He drinks from the empty acorn cupthe 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 treeare 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.
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