The scarecrow — Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd - The Scarecrow (Barrett) The black and green scarecrow, as ev'ryone knows,

Stood with a bird on his hat and straw ev'rywhere.

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's, 'cause life's not unkind.

He doesn't mind.

He stood in a field where barley grows.