JACK IN THE GREEN



Now winter is over I'm happy to say

And we're all met again in our ribbons so gay

And we're all met again on the first day of spring

To go about dancing with Jack in the green

Jack in the green, Jack in the green

To go about dancing with Jack in the green



Now Jack in the green is a very strange man

Though he dies every autumn, he's born every spring

And every year on his birthday, we will dance through the streets

And in return Jack, he will ripen our wheat (as above)



With his mantle he'll cover the trees that are bare

And our gardens he'll trim with his jacket so fair

And our fields he will sow with the hairs on his head

And our grain it will ripen till old Jack is dead



Now the sun is half up and betokens the hour

That the children arrive with their garlands of flowers

So now let the music and dancing begin

And touch the young heart of young Jack in the Green



@ritual @seasonal

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