Lyrics The Scarecrow - Pink Floyd

The Scarecrow

The black and green scarecrow
That everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his head
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