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 then 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.