**silence**Bud Witchers!I'm the Green Man, I'm the Green ManUsed to be so strong, but now I'm not so sureUsed to be so hot, but now I'm not so sureOn fire, beacons used to blaze upon the hillsWhen I was in my primeBut now my great strength has been slowly sackedBy gripe after gripe after gripe after gripeAfter timeMy forests are razed and my fields are attackedMy bridges are burnt and my sackcloth is sackedMy ceremonies are stilted, my maypole has wiltedNewfangled farmers replace children who sickThat there's too many bungalows being built for my likingToo many bungalows being built for my likingBungalows, bungalows, bungalows, bungalows, bungalows, bungalows, bungalowsRose up on, rose up on, rose up on, rose up onBungalows, bungalows, bungalows, bungalows, bungalows, bungalows, bungalows, bungalowsToo many bungalows being built for my likingI'm the green manI'm the green manUsed to be, used to be, used to be, used to beBurn the witchesBurn the bungalows