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My face in the foliage, you've seen that face before.
It was carved in the Choir by your fathers back in 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 bound 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 your bower of love, I'll be your green grass bed.
I'm in 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 back 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 might 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.
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