The black and green scarecrow
As everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and swore
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 and mice ran
Around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows
The black and green scarecrow
Was sadder than me
But now he's resighed to his fate 'cause life's not
Unkind, he doesn't mind
He stood in a field where barley grows