My face in the foliage, you’ve seen that face before
It was carved in the Choir by your fathers back in the days of yore
I’m the power in the pulse I’m the song underneath the soil
I’m the unseen King of the ditches, ragged and royal
I’m the Green Man, don’t take my name in vain
I’m the Green Man, and it’s time to break my chain
If you cut me down I’ll spring back green again
I’m the roots on the stock I’m the tender shoots on the vine
I’m the goodness in the bread I’m the wildness in the wine
There’s power in the place where my smallest tendrils are curled
And my softest touch is the strongest thing in the world
I’m the Green Man, don’t take my name in vain
I’m the Green Man, I’m about to break my chain
If you cut me down I’ll spring back green again
I’m the grass at your feet and the leaves that shade your head
I’ll be the bower of love, I’ll be your green grass bed
I’m the finest flower, I’m the power in the wickedest weed
And I’ll plough your furrow with pleasure and plant my seed
I’m the Green Man, and I make love with the rain
I’m the Green Man, and I feel like breaking my chain
You might think I’m finished but I’ll spring up again
You can cover me in concrete, staple me down with steel
Spread your houses and your car parks over my fields
But I’ll still be there keeping everything alive
And I’ll spring back green but you may not survive
I’m the Green Man, don’t take my name in vain
I’m the Green Man, it’s time to break my chain
You can cut me down but I’ll spring back green again