Standing in the evening breeze,
Do you enjoy the swallow’s song?
What do you think of all day long?
Do you see the little mouse,
Gathering seeds to feed his spouse?
When the rains fall from the sky
Do you long to be warm and dry?
And when the winter winds blow wild,
Do you wish for a climate mild?
These are things my dear scarecrow
That I’d dearly like to know.
When I’m feeling trapped at home
And I’d dearly like to roam
To other lands where scenes are new,
Demands and obligations few.
And all the troubles in my life,
All the worries, all the strife
Can be forgot, and I can be
Carefree, happy, just be me.
Tell me, Mr. Scarecrow, please,
Will I ever be at ease?
You do not answer, of course, I see.
You do not know, no more than me.
We cannot see what lies ahead
What joy or sorrow our soul may dred.
I leave you here, alone to stand
As the spring sunset paints the land.
Back to the trap that is my home,
To dream and long that I could roam.