Green men all in a row
Green men all in a line
Green horizon aglow
With green lights all a-shine

Green trees all in shadow
Green trees deep in a vale
Green mist rising below
From green deeps in a dale

The green men are arising
From their countryside slumber
The green men are arriving
At doorsteps in great number

The green men are awaking
From rolling hills a-sleeping
The green men are a-making
Hay in the fields and reaping

Green men march in a row
Green men march in a line
Green hills in afterglow
In green shades ever shine

Green men dig in your earth
Green men sit by your hearth
Green men reap what they sowed
In green fields deep furrowed

The green men are arising
From their countryside slumber
The green men are surviving
In woodlands in great number

The green men are awaking
From rolling hills a-sleeping
The green men are a-shaking
Cornstalks in scarecrow’s keeping

Green fields ploughed and furrowed
Green men reap what they sowed

Green fields ploughed and furrowed
Green men reap what they sowed

[Eric Bryan is a freelance writer originally from Burlingame Hills, California. His work has been published in The London Magazine, The Smart Set, Queen’s Quarterly, The Caterpillar, Scoop Magazine, The Saturday Evening Post and many others around the world.]