Jack in the Green

Now winter is over, I'm happy to say, That we'll all meet again on the first day of May. And we'll all meet again on the first day of Spring, And go about dancing with Jack in the Green.

Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, We'll all dance in Springtime 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 each year, on his birthday, we will dance in the street And in return Jack, he will ripen our wheat.

Ripen our wheat, ripen our wheat, In return Jack, he will ripen our wheat.

With garlands he'll cover the trees that are bare And our gardens he'll trim with his jacket so rare; And the fields he will sow with the hair of his head And our grain it will ripen till old jack is dead.

Old jack is dead, old Jack is dead, And our grain it will ripen till old jack is dead.

Now the sun is half up and betokens the hour And the children arrive with their garlands of flowers. So come, let the music and dancing begin And touch the good heart of young Jack in the Green.

Jack in the Green, Jack in the Green, And touch the good heart of young Jack in the Green.