Jack O the Green

Coming up the High Street mind the gap A Silver pipe and an old top hat Head to toe in emerald green An old pair of boots What a bitter bean Look, in his handsome green attire Eyes burning red like fire Drawing near, he's changing fast To the leaves and flowers of summers past Here comes the summer and its not all bad It'll never be as good as the ones we've had Jack, of the green Here comes the summer, lets float up stream Yea, Jack, of the Green Here comes the summer, life is but a dream Coming down like a giant tree Arms and legs all wrapped in ivy Made in to vegetation Bringing summer to a frozen nation Strolling with an abstracted air Wooden teeth and Braken hair Jack of the green he reappears As he's been called down, through the years And here comes the summer and its not all bad It'll never be as good as the ones we've had Jack, of the green Here comes the summer, lets float up stream Jack, of the Green Here comes the summer, life is but a dream Changing the subject, moving quickly along We're almost time for another song Oh yea, Jack of the green Here comes the summer, let float up stream Here comes jack of the green Here comes the summer, life it but a dream And he's closely followed by the spring A flock of stalks and a holiday fling Wild green men and chimney sweeps The winter calves and the mother weep Jack of the green Here comes the summer, lets float up stream Yea, jack of the green Here comes the summer, life is but a dream