The First 3 Singles 1967

Scarecrow

The black and green scarecrow 
As everyone knows 
Stood with a bird on his hat and swore 
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 and mice ran 
Around on the ground 
He stood in a field where barley grows

The black and green scarecrow 
Was sadder than me 
But now he's resighed to his fate 'cause life's not 
Unkind, he doesn't mind 
He stood in a field where barley grows