The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw all-around
Didn’t care
He stood in a field where barley grows
His head-stone is green with mossy as they come
And he stood in the wind as a mousing wind blew
Didn’t care
He stood in a field where barley grows
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
Syd Barrett
