Chords used in this song:

G:    D:    Bb:   F:    Cadd9    Am

E--3- E--2- E---- E--1- E--3-    E--0-
B--3- B--3- B--3- B--1- B--3-    B--1-
G--0- G--2- G--3- G--2- G--0-    G--2-
D--0- D--0- D--3- D--3- D--2-    D--2-
A--2- A---- A--1- A--3- A--3-    A--0-
E--3- E---- E---- E--1- E----    E----

Intro: G       D

Bb       F        Cadd9       G
Have you seen the Jack-in-the-Green?
 Bb       F                 G
-With his long tail hanging down.
Bb         F          Cadd9 G
He quietly sits under every tree
Bb     F                   G
In the folds of his velvet gown.
Bb        F              Cadd9 G
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
Bb           F              G
The dew that dawn sweetly bestows.
Bb     F             Cadd9    G
And he taps his cane upon the ground-
Bb         F                        G
Signal the snow drops, it's time to grow.

G      D

Bb      F         Cadd9       G
It's no fun being Jack-in-the-Green:
Bb          F                  G
No place to dance, no time for song.
Bb           F              Cadd9  G
He wears the colours of the summer soldier;
Bb          F                     G
Carries the green flag all winter long.

G     D

Am                      D                        G
Jack, do you ever sleep-does the green still run in your heart?
Am                            D                      G
or will these changing times, motorways, powerlines, keep us apart?
D             G
Well, I don't think so.
D                         G
I saw some grass growing through the pavement today.

(a verse with humming)

Bb             F            Cadd9 G
The Rowan, the Oak, and the Holly tree
Bb              F               G
Are the changes left for him to groom.

G      D

Bb            F                Cadd9       G
Each blade of grass whispers, "Jack-in-the-Green."
Bb               F                          G
"Oh Jack, please help me through my winters night."
Bb              F                  Cadd9 G
And-"We are the berries the on the Holly tree:
Bb             F                                   G
Oh, the Mistle Thrust is coming, Jack, put out the light."

Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?
With his long tail hanging down.
He sits quietly under every tree ---
in the folds of his velvet gown.
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
the dew that dawn sweetly bestows.
And taps his cane upon the ground ---
signals the snowdrops 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 the winter long.

Jack, do you never sleep ---
does the green still run deep in your heart?
Or will these changing times,
motorways, powerlines,
keep us apart?
Well, I don't think so ---
I saw some grass growing through the pavements today.

The rowan, the oak and the holly tree
are the charges left for you to groom.
Each blade of grass whispers Jack-In-The-Green.
Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night.
And we are the berries on the holly tree.
Oh, the mistlethrush is coming.
Jack, put out the light