The Green Man

In churches and abbeys and ruins of stone

In carvings and fountains and relics of old

A mysterious figure can sometimes be seen

This mystery man is the man in green

From Western Europe to the very far East

You can find him hiding among the leaves

With his long face covered in branches and vines

And a deep, solemn gaze that can pierce through time

And the strangest thing is that no one knows

What his history is or how far back it goes

No one knows his legend or even his name

He is the Green Man is all they can say

Could it be Robin Hood, or Jack-in-the-Green

The King of May, or the Garland King?

Could it be Dionysus or Cernunnos?

They call him the Green Man for no one knows.

Could it be Osiris or Narcissus?

Silvanus, Tlaloc, or Hyacinthus?

Could it be Humbaba, Enkidu, or Pan?

No one really knows, so they call him the Green Man

So if you ever visit a ruin of stone

A church or an abbey with relics of old

And you a see face among flowers and trees

The Green Man is watching hidden in the leaves