Scarecrow grins he's growing very tall Growing tall under the golden sun Growing with the children of the corn Sending out the message of a strange tongue A message of the sun
Young skin stretched in over apallis grin The crimson spilling golden crops of hair Spilling everywhere
Watch the children of the corn below One by one they're following the sun Got to run Following the sun on the run Following the sun Don't be ashamed of what you've done You must not run Follow the sun