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