"Songs From The Wood"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Songs From The Wood (1977), Live: Bursting Out (1978), Original Masters (1985), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: III. The Essential Tull (1988), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Remixed Classic Songs (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), The Very Best of Jethro Tull (2001), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003), Live: Bursting Out (remaster) (2004), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

Let me bring you songs from the wood
To make you feel much better
Than you could know
Dust you down from tip to toe
Show you how the garden grows
Hold you steady as you go
Join the chorus if you can
It'll make of you an honest man
Let me bring you love from the field
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again
As you drag down every lover's lane
Life's long celebration's here
I'll toast you all in penny cheer
Let me bring you all things refined
Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail
I am the cross to take your nail
A singer of these ageless times
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes
Songs from the wood
Make you feel much better

"Jack-In-The-Green"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Songs From The Wood (1977), Live: Bursting Out (1978), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), Living With The Past (2002), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003), Live: Bursting Out (remaster) (2004), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?
With his long tail hanging down
He sits quietly 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

"Cup of Wonder"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Songs From The Wood (1977), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003)

May I make my fond excuses
For the lateness of the hour
But we accept your invitation
And we bring you Beltane's flower
For the May Day is the great day
Sung along the old straight track
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed the song that calls them back
Pass the word and pass the lady
Pass the plate to all who hunger
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom
Pass the cup of crimson wonder
Ask the green man where he comes from
Ask the cup that fills with red
Ask the old grey standing stones
That show the sun its way to bed
Question all as to their ways
And learn the secrets that they hold
Walk the lines of nature's palm crossed
With silver and with gold
Pass the word and pass the lady
Pass the plate to all who hunger
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom
Pass the cup of crimson wonder
Join in black December's sadness
Lie in August's welcome corn
Stir the cup that's ever-filling
With the blood of all that's born
But the May Day is the great day
Sung along the old straight track
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed this song that calls them back
Pass the word and pass the lady
Pass the plate to all who hunger
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom
Pass the cup of crimson wonder

"Hunting Girl"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Songs From The Wood (1977), Live: Bursting Out (1978), Live At Hammersmith '84 (1990), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003), Live: Bursting Out (remaster) (2004)

One day I walked the road and crossed a field
To go by where the hounds ran hard
And on the master raced
Behind the hunters chased
To where the path was barred
One fine young lady's horse
Refused the fence to clear
I unlocked the gate but she did wait
Until the pack had disappeared
Crop handle carved in bone
Sat high upon a throne of finest English leather
The queen of all the pack
This joker raised his hat
And talked about the weather
All should be warned
About this high born Hunting Girl
She took this simple man's downfall in hand
I raised the flag that she unfurled
Boot leather flashing
And spurnecks the size of my thumb
This highborn hunter had tastes
As strange as they come
Unbridled passion, I took the bit in my teeth
Her standing over
Me on my knees underneath
My lady, be discrete, I must get to my feet
And go back to the farm
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate
I might come to some harm
I'm not inclined to acts refined
If that's how it goes
Oh, high born Hunting Girl
I'm just a normal low born so and so

"Ring Out, Solstice Bells"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Songs From The Wood (1977), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003), Christmas Album (2003)

Now is the solstice of the year
Winter is the glad song that you hear
Seven maids move in seven time
Have the lads up ready in a line
Ring out these bells, ring out
Ring solstice bells, ring solstice bells
Join together beneath the mistletoe
By the holy oak whereon it grows
Seven druids dance in seven time
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming
Ring out these bells, ring out
Ring solstice bells, ring solstice bells
Praise be to the distant sister sun
Joyful as the silver planets run
Seven maids move in seven time
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming
Ring out these bells, ring out
Ring solstice bells
Ring solstice bells, ring on, ring out
Ring on, ring out

"Velvet Green"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Songs From The Wood (1977), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: I. Radio Archives and The Rare Tracks (Released But Only Just) (1988), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

Walking on velvet green, Scots pine growing
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing
Walking on velvet green
Walking on velvet green, distant cows lowing
Never a care, with your legs in the air, loving
Walking on velvet green
Won't you have my company
Yes, take it in your hands
Go down on velvet green, with a country man
Who's a young girls fancy
And an old maid's dream
Tell your mother that you walked all night
On velvet green
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north
There lies your reputation
And all that you're worth
Where the scent of wild roses
Turns the milk to cream
Tell your mother that you walked all night
On velvet green
And the long grass blows
In the evening cool
And August's rare delight may be April's fool
But think not of that, my love
I'm tight against the seam
And I'm growing up to meet you
Down on velvet green
Now I may tell you that it's love
And not just lust
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust
On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
That washes out the wild oat seed
On velvet green
We'll dream as lovers
Under the stars of civilizations
Raging afar and the ragged dawn breaks
On your battle scars
As you walk home cold
And alone upon velvet green

"The Whistler"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Songs From The Wood (1977), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: The Beacons Bottom Tapes (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), The Very Best of Jethro Tull (2001), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003)

I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable
Six golden apples bought with my pay
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune
But I must be gone by the seventh day
So come on, I'm the whistler
I have a fife and a drum to play
Get ready for the whistler
I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day
All kinds of sadness I've left behind me
Many's the day when I have done wrong
But I'll be yours for ever and ever
Climb in the saddle and whistle along
So come on, I'm the whistler
I have a fife and a drum to play
Get ready for the whistler
I whistle along on the seventh day
Whistle along on the seventh day
Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places
Black are the nights on summer-day sands
We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle
Hold the first grain of love in our hands

"Pibroch (Cap in Hand)"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson
Songs From The Wood (1977), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: III. The Essential Tull (1988), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003)

There's a light in the house
In the wood in the valley
There's a thought in the head of the man
Who carries his dreams like the coat
Slung on his shoulder
Bringing you love in the cap in his hand
And each step he takes
Is one half of a lifetime
No word he would say could you understand
So he bundles his regrets
Into a gesture of sorrow
Bringing you love cap in hand
Catching breath as he looks
Through the dining-room window
Candle lit table for two has been laid
Strange slippers by the fire
Strange boots in the hallway
Put my cap on my head, I turn and walk away

"Fire At Midnight"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Songs From The Wood (1977), Songs From The Wood (remaster) (2003), Christmas Album (2003)

I believe in fires at midnight
When the dogs have all been fed
A golden toddy on the mantle
A broken gun beneath the bed
Silken mist outside the window
Frogs and newts slip in the dark
Too much hurry ruins the body
I'll sit easy, fan the spark
Kindled by the dying embers
Of another working day
Go upstairs, take off your makeup
Fold your clothes neatly away
Me, I'll sit and write this love song
As I all too seldom do
Build a little fire this midnight
It's good to be back home with you