Testo di The Scarecrow

The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere He didn't care He stood in a field where barley grows His head did no thinking His arms didn't move except when the wind cut up Rough and mice ran around on the ground He stood in a field where barley grows The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me But now he's resigned to his fate 'Cause life's not unkind, he doesn't mind He stood in a field where barley grows