I used to know this old scarecrow
he was my song, my joy and sorrow
cast a lone between the furrows
of a field no longer sown by anyone
I held a dandelion that said the time has come
to leave upon the wind not to return
Till summer burns the earth again
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Cultivate the freshest flower
this garden ever grew
beneath these branches I once wrote
such childish words for you
but that's ok there's treasure children always seek to find
and just like us you must have had
a once upon a time
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
