The Scarecrow (The Piper at the Gates of Dawn 1967) №1
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.