Through fire light and dark the winter called

“Come greet an early morning with the frost upon the land”

A halo binds the moon with ice crystals in the air

And the skeletons of trees like guardians do stand



The harvest is long over and we’ve passed through Samhain’s gate

The misty woods are sleeping, for Bridhe’s sweet kiss they wait

The wind it cuts like a knife, for the bones of Jack Frost keens

And the Winter King must now bow down to the champion of the green



And the lord of the woodland is waiting in the leaves

Through the forest and the hedgerows the song of life he weaves

With his feet deep in the soil he watches over the greenwood

He’s a messenger from nature, this ancient wise god.





Chorus

Hey oh it’s the green man Jack, running through the woods singing up the summertime

And you know you will never look back from where the spirit of the green will take you



There’s poetry in the breezes that tell of things to come

With dancing corn and swaying wheat beneath the summer sun

Lay down among the blossoms sacred to the flower bride

Lost in scented fields where meadow sweet runs wild



Lady of the lakes and fields, lady of the woods

I feel your verdant energy pulsing in my blood

Your silver skin of bark and moss upon your thighs

With Ivy twirls and briar curls, you watch with hidden eyes



Can you tell the Green man is waiting in the leaves

Through the forest and the hedgerows the song of life he weaves

With his feet deep in the soil he watches over the greenwood

He’s a messenger from nature, this ancient wise god.




Chorus

Hey oh it’s the green man Jack, running through the woods singing up the summertime

And you know you will never look back from where the spirit of the green will take you



Strength of Oak and sage of Yew, Rowan, Ash and Thorn

The summer king has claimed his bride so all will be reborn

The spirit of the wildwood calls, in the language of the trees

Protect the woodlands of the earth is the forest gods’ decree



Without the essence of the green our world can never be

Drawing breath around us from the earth into the trees

from soil and shoot, stem and root, by leaf and bark and limb

We keep alive the wisdom of the Lord and Lady Green.



And the Wildman of the woodland is watching from the leaves

Through the forest and the hedgerows the song of life he weaves

With his feet deep in the soil he watches over the greenwood

He’s a messenger from nature, this ancient wise god.



Chorus

Hey oh it’s the green man Jack, running through the woods singing up the summertime

And you know you will never look back from where the spirit of the green will take you