Pink Floyd
Scarecrow
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He did not care.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking
His arms did not 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 s Cause life is not unkind - he does not mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.