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.