Pink Floyd > Scarecrow

The black and green scarecrow
As everyone knows
Stood with a bird on this 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 scarecrows 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..