Under (the) moon, spring time still to come "If I keep questing, I may find some settling!" Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of wood Look around at the frightened faces
One man speaks, loud and loud he cries "All those strange fellows must go away to barrows!" Then they all went for a riot indeed Torch in hand and angry glances
Bridge: Here is Jenny Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn (the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, she's as old as trees! - be aware - As old as trees!
Chorus: Nighttime - never they say, go off alone In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait No gold nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold....!
In the end, the circle's close at hand Living more gently, let's have a glass of brandy Never they saw their home's door open at night Stars witness their silent traces
Bridge: Here is Dana o'Shee, she's dwelling by to take revenge Empty a jug of whitest milk over her head! - she'll pass away - Over her head!
Chorus: Nighttime - never they say, go off alone In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait No gold nor silver, fear is sold at half price....!