The Scarecrow

On a grey October night

My father sat me down

Whispered in the firelight

The legend of our town

Fifty years ago he said

A boy ran off they feared

But he had a know instead

He simply disappeared

He walked into a cold field

His head a mess up dreams

Awakening in a graveyard

That swallowed up his screams

Something rose from the black

Lashing out with it’s claws

Something rose to attack

Jagged teeth in its jaws

Something no one could picture

Imagine or draw

That’s what the scarecrow saw

Once an autumn miller since

The story’s been retold

People going missing in

That field of tarnished gold

I don’t mean to frighten you

My father sworn and still

Whether he intented to

He gave my soul a chill

I walked into a cold field

And open was a dream

Afraid to find the graveyard

Would swallow in my screams

Something rose from the black

Lashing out with it’s claws

Something rose to attack

Jagged teeth in its claws

Something no one could picture

Imagine or draw

That’s what the scarecrow saw

That’s what the scarecrow saw

Lala lala what the scarecrow saw [repeat]