SCARECROW


He trembles in the bitter wind 
Until it's time for us to speak 
Whilst others here are sleeping sound 
I'll slip away by floorboard creak 

Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets 
Shock the colours to bleach inside 
Whilst others there are sleeping sound 
Just we two will confide 

Listen to his body moan 
Make a wish and send us home 
To spin the gold and silver stitches 
We can turn his rags to riches 

With frosty Jack on fingernail 
Thro' shoe black smile he'll tell-a-tale 
Come whisper thro' your lips of straw 
A moment torn forever more 

Listen to his body groan 
Make a wish and send us home 
To spin the gold and silver stitches 
We can turn his rags to riches 

My so-called friends say you're not alive 
I'll bake their bones for telling lies 
Then pull the pastry from the pie 
And pour the gravy in their eye 

Listen to his body moan 
Make a wish and send us home 
To spin the gold and silver stitches 
We can turn his rags to riches 

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