Pink Floyd - The Scarecrow | Текст песни

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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.

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