| Black Jack David is the name that I bear |
| Been alone in the forests a long time |
| But the time is coming when a lady I’ll find |
| I will love her and hold her |
| Singing through the green green trees |
| The skin on my hands is like the leather I ride |
| And my face is hard from the cold wind |
| But my heart so warm with the song that I sing |
| Will charm a fair lady |
| Singing though the green green trees |
| Fari Eloise rode out that day |
| From her fine fine home in the morning |
| In the flush of dawn came a sound to her ear |
| Drifting and floating |
| Singing through the green green trees |
| Last night she slept on a fine feather bed |
| Far far from Black Jack David |
| But tonight she’ll sleep on the cold cold ground |
| And love him and hold him |
| Singing through the green green trees |
| Oh saddle me up my fine grey mare |
| Cried the lord of the house next morning |
| For my servants tell me my daughter’s gone |
| With Black Jack David |
| Singing through the green green trees |
| Now he rode all day and he rode all night |
| But he never did find his daughter |
| But he heard from afar come drift on the wind |
| Two voices laughing |
| Singing through the green green trees. |