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