Capo: 5th fret.
Ian appears to hammer the E chord (5th fret capo) from a completely
open position.

intro: 6/8

Flute
a-|--2--4--2-----------|-----------2--------|-----------0--2--5--|--------------------|

E-|-----------4--------|--0--2--4-----------|--------------------|--------------------|

C-|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|

G-|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|

D-|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|

A-|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|



guitar
     E        F#m         A        B                          D

a-|--0--------2--------|--0--------2--------|-----------------2--|--------------------|

E-|--0--------2--------|--2--------4--------|-----------------3--|--------------------|

C-|--1--------2--------|--2--------4--------|-----------------2--|--------------------|

G-|--2--------4--------|--2--------4--------|-----------------4--|--------------------|

D-|--2-----------------|--0-----------------|--------------------|--------------------|

A-|--0-----------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|


verse, guitar (relative to capo at 5th):
     G        G        G        O  E        G        D     D  O  E

a-|--3--------3--------3--------0-h0--------3--------2-----2--0-h0----

E-|--0--------0--------0--------0-h0--------0--------3-----3--0-h0----

C-|--0--------0--------0--------0-h1--------0--------2-----2--0-h1----

G-|--0--------0--------0--------0-h2--------0--------0-----0--0-h2----

D-|--2--------2--------2--------0-h2--------2-----------------0-h2----

A-|--3--------3--------3--------0-h0--------3-----------------0-h0----


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