Pink Floyd - 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 About his head and mice spun 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