Lyrics 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.