There's a scarecrow
standing in a farmer's field
What he's guarding has not been revealed
'Cause you can't find something
that's been found before
And I won't find nothin' if I close that door
If I were a bird
If I were a foolish bird
I'd listen to my fear
And fly away from here
But if I were a bird
If I were a wise bird
I'd listen to my heart
And find the treasure waiting in a field, waiting in a field, is waiting in a field
There's a scarecrow living in my memory
It just hangs around and stares at me
With eyes that look but cannot see
There's a scarecrow living in my memory
If I were a bird
If I were a foolish bird
I'd listen to my fear
And fly away from here
But if I were a bird
If I were a wise bird
I'd listen to my heart
And find the treasure waiting in a field, waiting in a field, is waiting in a field
Everybody leaves the garden
Everybody needs a home
Everybody's scared of dying
But no one wants to roll away the stone
Go on and roll away the stone
There's a scarecrow
wherever a church bell rings
Terrified by the gift she brings
We can't change nothing without suffering
Even scarecrows need to hear the songs we sing
