The Scarecrow Lyrics

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.