Words and music by Alan Hull
As recorded by Lindisfarne on "Nicely Out of Tune" (1970)
The songs you sing are meaningless.
The words you say are wrong.
Your Saturday nights they are sober,
And your Sundays are too long.
Your lucky days are over.
Your lucky days are gone.
You've cast away your coloured coat.
The illusions seemed too strong,
And now in the wintery season
You can hear the Scarecrow Song.
The bells have all stopped their ringing.
The music sounded wrong,
And now the only song worth the singing
Is the sad old Scarecrow Song.