The tattered scarecrow stands,
Lost in another time,
Cornstalks flying from his hands
As he sings his lonely rhyme;
He’s dreaming of another life
Where the crows don’t peck his eyes,
Where every scarecrow has a wife
And a home beneath the summer skies.
Scarecrow’s dream,
A scarecrow’s dream,
Can it really be that way?
I’ve never seen a scarecrow dream –
Perhaps I will, one day.
The scarecrow’s eyes are always open,
You’d think he’d never sleep –
But still he seems to keep on hoping
He’ll find a dream to keep:
A dream to take him through his days
Into the skies above,
Where the sunshine sings, and scarecrows play
In a world that’s filled with love.
Scarecrow’s dream,
A scarecrow’s dream,
While in the fields the children play;
I’ve never seen a scarecrow dream –
Perhaps I will, one day.