Jack-In-The-Green – Jethro Tull

– With his long tail hanging down.
He quitely sits under every tree
In the folds of his velvet gown.
He drinks from every empty acorn cup
The dew that down sweetly bestows.
And taps his cane 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

Lyric Jack-In-The-Green – Jethro Tull