Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Songs From The Wood

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.