Текст песни Jack in the Green - Jethro Tull
                                                Have 
                                                you 
                                                seen 
                                                Jack-In-The-Green?
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                his 
                                                long 
                                                tail 
                                                hanging 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                quietly 
                                                sits 
                                                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
 
                                    
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