Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scarecrow, artist - Rupert Hine.
Date of issue: 17.01.1971
Song language: English
Scarecrow |
Take a beanpole that has felt the seasons change |
He’s known the wind against its face |
And place it firmly on the softest ground |
Throw around the pole a cloak of patterns curious |
That catch the sun |
And turn the eye away from what is true |
Paint upon its face a smile |
That never questions why |
And crown it with a high hat made of straw |
And when the evening creeps into your eyes |
You leave it for the world to see |
This sad reflection name it vanity |
Hear the voices talking |
Though their lips are barely moving |
Yet their words are cutting quick |
To find the softest ground |
Twisting in their broken flight |
To catch the dreams you cast aside |
To bring them once again before your eyes |
Raise the Scarecrow to their lips |
That stiffen |
And then turn away |
To leave you thankful |
Breathless if alone |
And though you are too real to disappear |
You sink again into your bones |
And leave the Scarecrow to the World |
Take a beanpole that has felt the seasons change |
He’s known the wind against its face |
And place it firmly on the softest ground |
Throw around the pole a cloak of patterns curious |
That catch the sun |
And turn the eye away from what is true |
In its hands you place your bitter tears |
Its legs will be your broken dreams |
Swaying from the gibbert of contempt |
And when you seek for gentle words |
You’ll find its shadow reappears |
To shield you from |
The tenderness of love |