Lyrics of The scarecrow

The black and green scarecrow,
As everyone knows,
Stood with a bird on his 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 scarecrow is 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.